[Chuck's tongue darts to meet Mike's, because that's how it worked, the both of them moved forward until they crashed and collided against each other, thumbs pressing against skin and teeth clashing together. Chuck's own teeth move and drag across Mike's lips, his mouth opening more in order to do so.
If before he was glancing over to where the voices came from, right now Chuck couldn't care less, can't even remember caring in the first place, if someone came barging in - he would, in the sense that they'd probably have to stop, and of course afterwards he'd literally bury his face in his hands and probably try to crawl into one of the cupboards just for good measure, but... the point is that thought is the farthest from his mind right now, replaced with a taste of honey syrup, a smell of dampness and an incessant mantra of Mike's name.]
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If before he was glancing over to where the voices came from, right now Chuck couldn't care less, can't even remember caring in the first place, if someone came barging in - he would, in the sense that they'd probably have to stop, and of course afterwards he'd literally bury his face in his hands and probably try to crawl into one of the cupboards just for good measure, but... the point is that thought is the farthest from his mind right now, replaced with a taste of honey syrup, a smell of dampness and an incessant mantra of Mike's name.]