[It does tickle, and Chuck giggles and squirms, but lets himself get pulled closer. He even moves to also wrap his arm around Mike's waist. He sighs against his neck, but he won't give in to the feeling of warmth and comfort. Not when he can still feel his dirty hand resting awkwardly between them, upper arm locked under his own weight.
Even if the idea of lying here, forgetting whatever's happening outside of that door, or outside of those covers for that matter, just feeling Mike's chest heave with every breath, or assimilate every single smell and noise he makes, sounds like the best plan of action right now.
He tugs at the back of Mike's shirt, whining a little and trying to pull away.] You do know we really gotta get up now, right?
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Even if the idea of lying here, forgetting whatever's happening outside of that door, or outside of those covers for that matter, just feeling Mike's chest heave with every breath, or assimilate every single smell and noise he makes, sounds like the best plan of action right now.
He tugs at the back of Mike's shirt, whining a little and trying to pull away.] You do know we really gotta get up now, right?