[Mike lets out a deep sigh, part from Chuck's weight on him, from his own sigh and the need to reply equally, and the feeling of his shoulders resting on the bed again. He brings both his hands to his back, stroking upwards underneath his shirt, then each sliding forward to wrap his arms around him tightly.
He nips at his lower lip once before pulling back, smirking. And that's not a smile. A real smirk. One that teases and taunts and looks as satisfied as Mike feels, mouth playful from one corner to the other. His voice is still laced with his own orgasm so it comes out as a lazy drawl. His eyes, however, are still the very same as he looks any time he looks at Chuck.]
Next time, this is coming off, too. [He gives Chuck's rumpled shirt a tug.]
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He nips at his lower lip once before pulling back, smirking. And that's not a smile. A real smirk. One that teases and taunts and looks as satisfied as Mike feels, mouth playful from one corner to the other.
His voice is still laced with his own orgasm so it comes out as a lazy drawl. His eyes, however, are still the very same as he looks any time he looks at Chuck.]
Next time, this is coming off, too. [He gives Chuck's rumpled shirt a tug.]