[Chuck groans, open-mouthed, at the fingers teasing along his waistband. He wiggles anxiously, replying in a breathless gasp.] Yes.
[He would elaborate on how Mike doesn't need to ask permission, he should just do it, but at the moment he's too lost in the motions, moving closer as he rests the side of his face against Mike's. His hand moves down Mike's back too, slipping under the fabric of the shirt and travelling upwards.]
nothing I'm just being creepy
[He would elaborate on how Mike doesn't need to ask permission, he should just do it, but at the moment he's too lost in the motions, moving closer as he rests the side of his face against Mike's. His hand moves down Mike's back too, slipping under the fabric of the shirt and travelling upwards.]