[Mike stops. The feeling of Chuck's fingers through his hair makes him drowsy. He doesn't remember anyone doing that to him before, and he decides almost instantly that he really likes it. The short strands are still damp, and he shivers.
That Chuck is so into the kiss that he refuses to let go, to move away, only makes the smile already on his lips quirk. This. This type of intimacy. It's something that had been lacking before, in their bed, or it was disguised as mere physical want and they were too into it to have realized it.] Nah, nevermind. [He straightens his back, the hand on the back of Chuck's neck sliding up to his head, along with his body to nibble at the bridge of his nose, mouth the freckles on his cheek.]
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That Chuck is so into the kiss that he refuses to let go, to move away, only makes the smile already on his lips quirk. This. This type of intimacy. It's something that had been lacking before, in their bed, or it was disguised as mere physical want and they were too into it to have realized it.] Nah, nevermind. [He straightens his back, the hand on the back of Chuck's neck sliding up to his head, along with his body to nibble at the bridge of his nose, mouth the freckles on his cheek.]