[It's easy. It's just so easy to turn into him, pull him closer as he draws his head back to rest on the mattress. And more than happy about that, Mike is thankful about what originates such effortlessness, and what happened so far to build it. So it's easy that he holds Chuck close, strokes his back - it's a part of him that Mike knows well, even - into tranquility, or the affirmation of it.
The air seems to cool slowly, but Mike stays still, even as it makes him very aware of how bundled his boxers are around his thighs, and how it makes him set his jaw a little at the overly sensitive skin. Very vaguely, he feels a burn on his wrist, and he looks over Chuck's shoulders to look at it. His lip twitches ever so lightly at the memory of how exactly he got that, against the elastic band of underwear, but it's nothing that he's bothered about. On the contrary.
He's getting really drowsy, though, despite all the sudden little discomforts nagging at the back of his head. All the ants crawling underneath his skin and through his chest before sitting on the bed were gone, replaced with the sense of drowning quietly into sleep, in Chuck's scent and weight.] Think I'll sleep well tonight.
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The air seems to cool slowly, but Mike stays still, even as it makes him very aware of how bundled his boxers are around his thighs, and how it makes him set his jaw a little at the overly sensitive skin. Very vaguely, he feels a burn on his wrist, and he looks over Chuck's shoulders to look at it. His lip twitches ever so lightly at the memory of how exactly he got that, against the elastic band of underwear, but it's nothing that he's bothered about. On the contrary.
He's getting really drowsy, though, despite all the sudden little discomforts nagging at the back of his head. All the ants crawling underneath his skin and through his chest before sitting on the bed were gone, replaced with the sense of drowning quietly into sleep, in Chuck's scent and weight.] Think I'll sleep well tonight.