[He takes it as an incentive - or not really, because he would have done it either way - to let one of his hands slide across the skin, tracing Mike's jaw and neck until the fingers are travelling up, burying themselves at the hair on the back of his head. They roam the scalp a few times until they settle comfortably, always brushing softly against the roots of the hairs.
Chuck never really notices when he does it, unless someone points it out. He hums, a lot, under many circumstances, but right now he hums happily, comfortably, glad to not do anything else other than pressing closer to Mike, not even working his way deeper, either into the kiss or into anything else right now.
He doesn't realize he's sitting at the edge of his chair by now, though it's slow and calm and quiet there's still always a magnet working constantly to pull him closer to Mike, stronger than gravity.]
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Chuck never really notices when he does it, unless someone points it out. He hums, a lot, under many circumstances, but right now he hums happily, comfortably, glad to not do anything else other than pressing closer to Mike, not even working his way deeper, either into the kiss or into anything else right now.
He doesn't realize he's sitting at the edge of his chair by now, though it's slow and calm and quiet there's still always a magnet working constantly to pull him closer to Mike, stronger than gravity.]