[The shivers wash over him in waves cold and hot, mingling across his skin as he moves erratically to meet Mike's hand. He sobs and drags his bitten nails across the small of Mike's back with added pressure, and even when his head is swimming in the sensations, he can still feel every irregularity, every tiny cut and dry patch of Mike's fingers as he moves his hand around Chuck. It's familiar, and yet it stirs a feeling so foreign in him that it almost scares him how much it drives him to want to do other things.]
Mike--! [His other hand, that had been resting between them, moves to close around Mike's neck. And then he does something he didn't know he wanted to. He'd never even thought about it before (and he's pretty sure he's still not thinking about it now), but--
Before he can stop himself, he's leaning forward, pressing his lips to Mike's, rough and needy. It's like a magnetic pull, and Chuck doesn't have the strength, he doesn't even want the strength to keep the distance.]
we will see about that
Mike--! [His other hand, that had been resting between them, moves to close around Mike's neck. And then he does something he didn't know he wanted to. He'd never even thought about it before (and he's pretty sure he's still not thinking about it now), but--
Before he can stop himself, he's leaning forward, pressing his lips to Mike's, rough and needy. It's like a magnetic pull, and Chuck doesn't have the strength, he doesn't even want the strength to keep the distance.]