[Mike's whimper, and the way his words break off and scatter, sends a jolt through Chuck's muscles, travelling downwards and making him twitch. He sighs in response, and grins a little.] Sorry...
[Except he's not really sorry. There are no rules to this either way; so it's only fair game if with both hands he can touch more, move faster. It's a good thing his hands work on autopilot too, because otherwise right now he wouldn't be able to do much more other than moan as he thrusts into each of Mike's touches.
He's already close enough as it is, but he's determined to keep his focus on Mike. He takes the chance to bite lightly at Mike's shoulder, skin tasting like salt and smelling of burnt oil and freedom.]
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[Except he's not really sorry. There are no rules to this either way; so it's only fair game if with both hands he can touch more, move faster. It's a good thing his hands work on autopilot too, because otherwise right now he wouldn't be able to do much more other than moan as he thrusts into each of Mike's touches.
He's already close enough as it is, but he's determined to keep his focus on Mike. He takes the chance to bite lightly at Mike's shoulder, skin tasting like salt and smelling of burnt oil and freedom.]