[And he doesn't really need any more incentive. Fumbling a little with his fingers into the band, he slides his hand, calluses on the inner knuckles by his palm, over Chuck's hip, gripping them gently as he guides the motions closer, into a slow but sure grind.
The hand on his back, though, kind of changes his mind. He tenses, back straightening and his own torso arching. He's wide eyed in wonder and surprise at the thrill he was getting from this, and the reactions every little motion and sound brought up. This isn't Chuck just holding on to him for dear life, lost in a current of sensation, this is Chuck also touching him and losing himself through it.
He wraps his hand around him, firmly, just pulling his head back enough so he can look at his face.]
IT'S NOT WORKING
The hand on his back, though, kind of changes his mind. He tenses, back straightening and his own torso arching. He's wide eyed in wonder and surprise at the thrill he was getting from this, and the reactions every little motion and sound brought up. This isn't Chuck just holding on to him for dear life, lost in a current of sensation, this is Chuck also touching him and losing himself through it.
He wraps his hand around him, firmly, just pulling his head back enough so he can look at his face.]