[Chuck nods at Mike's words, at nothing apparently, or at whatever Mike meant to say, but doesn't really show any intention of stopping, or pulling away. He hums something in halfhearted agreement into the kiss, both his hands sliding across Mike's back by now.
He should probably be the voice of reason here. He should tell Mike to stop, and sit back, pry his hands away from Mike's back, stop himself from clawing at the fabric of his shirt, force himself away before he bites at Mike's lower lip one more time. But he doesn't want to - and if he doesn't want to, then nobody can make him.]
GO TO YOUR ROOM
He should probably be the voice of reason here. He should tell Mike to stop, and sit back, pry his hands away from Mike's back, stop himself from clawing at the fabric of his shirt, force himself away before he bites at Mike's lower lip one more time. But he doesn't want to - and if he doesn't want to, then nobody can make him.]