[The weight is slowly being placed around himself, little by little, as the drowsiness from a completely sated state crawls up his legs, towards his eyelids. Yet, Chuck's kissing him, pulling him closer, and Mike feels, deep down, that he's never been this tranquil ever since he lost his own innocence to lies and a decision that would change the course of his whole life. He tangles his fingers through Chuck's hair, scoots upwards, kisses him back, opening his mouth to try and catch his very soul, because he's pretty sure it's only fair: he's had his own since a long time ago.
Letting his weight fall backwards, he pulls Chuck with him, not letting go of his lips, nor the smile plastered on his face.]
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Letting his weight fall backwards, he pulls Chuck with him, not letting go of his lips, nor the smile plastered on his face.]