[He gives him a weak snort, lips twitching and wanting to shake his head but only managing to swing his head once. Mike knows Chuck doesn't feel sorry at all. He would feel the same, after all.
It's like he was feeling the set of Chuck's teeth before they actually landed and raked on his skin, shivering a little at the breath skimming over his shoulder. He turns his head quickly into Chuck's jaw, mouths the curve of it, bites at his neck.
As fast as he was catching up to Chuck, he felt himself longing, just a little more, further because he finds it in his reach so obviously he needs to get it - and why shouldn't he? It's not even with thought that he does it: his mind was swimming in the pleasure of Chuck's leg wrapped around him, the feel of his hands, the light tickle of his hair against his face. He tries to pry one of Chuck's hands away - and that's how you know he isn't thinking, because he regrets if a lot for a second before he presses his hips tight against Chuck's, aligning himself with and against him, and clasping their hands together.]
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It's like he was feeling the set of Chuck's teeth before they actually landed and raked on his skin, shivering a little at the breath skimming over his shoulder. He turns his head quickly into Chuck's jaw, mouths the curve of it, bites at his neck.
As fast as he was catching up to Chuck, he felt himself longing, just a little more, further because he finds it in his reach so obviously he needs to get it - and why shouldn't he? It's not even with thought that he does it: his mind was swimming in the pleasure of Chuck's leg wrapped around him, the feel of his hands, the light tickle of his hair against his face. He tries to pry one of Chuck's hands away - and that's how you know he isn't thinking, because he regrets if a lot for a second before he presses his hips tight against Chuck's, aligning himself with and against him, and clasping their hands together.]