[Chuck gasps and shudders, drawing out a guttural noise that carries Mike's name somewhere in there. He loses himself in the warmth of Mike pressing up against him, his free hand roaming, searching desperately for a patch of skin to cling to, finding safety in Mike's thigh and grabbing tightly, fingers digging across the flesh.
The way their hands are placed, Chuck's fingers easily find Mike's, and he twines them together as he resumes his motions, coaching Mike to do the same, hips bucking to keep up with the pace and to add to the pressure of their bodies crushing together, like the both of them drove straight into a wall, together, and somehow it's alright because that was their plan all along.
He tilts his head back, wanting to feel Mike's breath, teeth and tongue more, feel then reach other parts of him, and the thought alone would have been enough to make Chuck lose control, jump into anything head-first, and somehow right now that's a foreign, yet exciting and alluring feeling to him.]
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The way their hands are placed, Chuck's fingers easily find Mike's, and he twines them together as he resumes his motions, coaching Mike to do the same, hips bucking to keep up with the pace and to add to the pressure of their bodies crushing together, like the both of them drove straight into a wall, together, and somehow it's alright because that was their plan all along.
He tilts his head back, wanting to feel Mike's breath, teeth and tongue more, feel then reach other parts of him, and the thought alone would have been enough to make Chuck lose control, jump into anything head-first, and somehow right now that's a foreign, yet exciting and alluring feeling to him.]