[He smiles into the kiss, opens his eyes again, rubs his thumb along the strings of muscle stretched between the base of Chuck's skull and the beginning of his shoulder. They're in a weird position, now, Chuck barely sitting on his chair and Mike almost toppling his to the side - he's felt the surface under his weight tilt and the legs on the opposite side raise.
He had only planned to steal a small peck from him, to get him through the rest of the meal, the rest of the day. Before, he had only planned to help him out on an awkward predicament. Right then, Mike's already figuring out that whenever it comes to doing something with Chuck, his plans would fly out the window. He tends to be strangely pliant, irresistibly warm, surprisingly enthusiastic and familiarly welcoming. It makes Mike want to envelop him fully, wish for his jacket to be wide enough to circle around them both, and make Chuck do those little sounds strumming right against his skin.]
'S a good idea, too. [He barely whispers. He wants him close. Closer. If he can't hear this and needs to lean in, even better.]
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He had only planned to steal a small peck from him, to get him through the rest of the meal, the rest of the day. Before, he had only planned to help him out on an awkward predicament. Right then, Mike's already figuring out that whenever it comes to doing something with Chuck, his plans would fly out the window. He tends to be strangely pliant, irresistibly warm, surprisingly enthusiastic and familiarly welcoming. It makes Mike want to envelop him fully, wish for his jacket to be wide enough to circle around them both, and make Chuck do those little sounds strumming right against his skin.]
'S a good idea, too. [He barely whispers. He wants him close. Closer. If he can't hear this and needs to lean in, even better.]