[He kisses at the skin right above Chuck's upper lip, turns his face just enough to nip at the lip. This. This was a thing, as Chuck puts it. This was something, a thing that was going to be repeated whenever they wanted. And he likes the idea, that he could be close to the origin of the scent left at the right side of Mutt, that he could listen to the little intakes of breath before each hum, that he could cause Chuck's skin to heat up.
He catches himself licking along the slope of Chuck's lower lip at the thought, and he suckles on it, reaching up to weave his fingers through his hair and pull it lightly back.]
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He catches himself licking along the slope of Chuck's lower lip at the thought, and he suckles on it, reaching up to weave his fingers through his hair and pull it lightly back.]