[It's... the first time he's kissing someone. Unless he counted what happened earlier, it's the first time he's kissing someone without the liquid pressure eating at his mind to act on instinct. He really doesn't know what he's doing, but he knows he wants to keep going.
Now that he's closer, the hand on the back of Chuck's head slides to the side enough for Mike to hook his arm around his neck. Nuzzling his hair aside, he drops a very light kiss on Chuck's forehead, between his brows, where he knows a crease forms whenever he's focused, scared, or angry. There are freckles there, too.
He nuzzles lower and presses their lips again, sighing. Chuck still tastes like chocolate pancakes, and a dash of whipped cream.] They really are cold now.
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Now that he's closer, the hand on the back of Chuck's head slides to the side enough for Mike to hook his arm around his neck. Nuzzling his hair aside, he drops a very light kiss on Chuck's forehead, between his brows, where he knows a crease forms whenever he's focused, scared, or angry. There are freckles there, too.
He nuzzles lower and presses their lips again, sighing. Chuck still tastes like chocolate pancakes, and a dash of whipped cream.] They really are cold now.