[Chuck whines a little, struggling against the pull that comes when Mike moves away, but he manages, his other hand also moving to the back of Mike's neck.
He hums and sighs, taking a moment to breathe before he opens his eyes, both his hands sifting through Mike's hair, slow and thorough. He doesn't hear the question, not because Mike speaks low, but because his brain is still tacked onto the memory of the shape of Mike's lips against his own to dedicate any energy in processing the words rolling out of them.]
What? [He's leaning closer again, not caring much for an answer but waiting for one anyway, nuzzling his nose against Mike's.]
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He hums and sighs, taking a moment to breathe before he opens his eyes, both his hands sifting through Mike's hair, slow and thorough. He doesn't hear the question, not because Mike speaks low, but because his brain is still tacked onto the memory of the shape of Mike's lips against his own to dedicate any energy in processing the words rolling out of them.]
What? [He's leaning closer again, not caring much for an answer but waiting for one anyway, nuzzling his nose against Mike's.]