[Chuck lets him for a while, even parts his lips a little, but when Mike licks at his lip he finds himself leaning forward and kissing him, a little crooked, a little sloppy, hands snaking back up Mike's hair with a tiny pleased noise that rolls up his throat and shakes under his skin.
It's addictive, he thinks; it feels like being addicted, at least, the way he gets a taste and then he can't let it go, he knows he'll always want more, again, different, tomorrow. And all the mornings after. (He also thinks it's a good kind of addiction; at the moment, at least, he can't think of any nefarious consequences to being hooked on Mike.)]
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It's addictive, he thinks; it feels like being addicted, at least, the way he gets a taste and then he can't let it go, he knows he'll always want more, again, different, tomorrow. And all the mornings after. (He also thinks it's a good kind of addiction; at the moment, at least, he can't think of any nefarious consequences to being hooked on Mike.)]