[He's... drinking all of this with a thirst he didn't know he had. The dampness left on his skin when Chuck's breath ghosts around his neck, how he presses closer instead of pulling back.
His shirt is going to be a mess in the end, he reckons as he feels the tight grip on his elbows, stretching the fabric.
His thumb brushes along the outline of a rib and he moves his leg slowly, not stopping. This is something that he never knew he'd be interested on, much less be enthralled about it.]
i'm ok u ok
His shirt is going to be a mess in the end, he reckons as he feels the tight grip on his elbows, stretching the fabric.
His thumb brushes along the outline of a rib and he moves his leg slowly, not stopping. This is something that he never knew he'd be interested on, much less be enthralled about it.]