[He watches him closely, his lips parting at the sight of a part of Chuck that he never knew he'd meet, and finding it...
... well, yeah, he was more than flustered. He twists his grip lightly, moves at different speeds [slow, fast, at a different pace, then slow and long again, fast and shallow], just watching Chuck react. His hand feels wet, he brushes his thumb on the head.
He wishes those fingers made a mark on his back, a part of him mentions, darkly.
He shakes his head, smiles just a little.] Chuck. [He doesn't know why he's calling his name, it just feels right, whispered like that, holding a little bit of wonder and fondness and the thought that this was precious for them.]
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... well, yeah, he was more than flustered. He twists his grip lightly, moves at different speeds [slow, fast, at a different pace, then slow and long again, fast and shallow], just watching Chuck react. His hand feels wet, he brushes his thumb on the head.
He wishes those fingers made a mark on his back, a part of him mentions, darkly.
He shakes his head, smiles just a little.] Chuck. [He doesn't know why he's calling his name, it just feels right, whispered like that, holding a little bit of wonder and fondness and the thought that this was precious for them.]