[He sighs in return. It means nothing, there are no words when their mouths are dedicated to create pressure and friction against each other, an extension of the pressure surrounding each others' presence. It means nothing but it transmits everything, that they're stepping onto the same stage.
Chuck's hands feel cold against his face, and that he's encased in them makes the constant thrum in his body telling him to go, to do and to set free go still. He's not going anywhere, he doesn't want to.
The hand that had been merely resting on the back of the chair had tightened its grip on it when they both pulled back and went in for another kiss - one that was so short that it could've been considered stolen if not for its softness. After that it fumbled around Chuck's shoulder before slipping underneath the strands on the back of his head, to cup his neck.]
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Chuck's hands feel cold against his face, and that he's encased in them makes the constant thrum in his body telling him to go, to do and to set free go still. He's not going anywhere, he doesn't want to.
The hand that had been merely resting on the back of the chair had tightened its grip on it when they both pulled back and went in for another kiss - one that was so short that it could've been considered stolen if not for its softness. After that it fumbled around Chuck's shoulder before slipping underneath the strands on the back of his head, to cup his neck.]