when mike tops, it’s a blurred mess. everything is fast and heated and adrenaline-fueled, usually after an intense drive or some kind of crazy stunt that he’s dragged chuck out with him to do, and they fall over themselves to get at each other, inside of mutt or on top of mutt or on the ground or against a wall or wherever, desperate to touch and grab and pin and kiss, and mike never takes his time, always rushes in and fucks into chuck until they’re both gasping, panting messes, chuck moaning at the top of his lungs and mike pumping himself empty until they’re both shaky, sweaty and exhausted.
when chuck tops, it’s a slow burn. mike wants to rush, wants to speed up and grind, fuck himself down onto chuck as fast and furiously as he can, but chuck holds him down, because he’s bigger and stronger, pushes mike down against whatever he can find, the seat in mutt or a bed in their apartment or a wall behind their hangout or wherever, and pins his arms above his head with one calloused hand, working him slow and patient, and chuck makes mike whine and moan with his mouth and his free hand until he’s a desperate mess, and then chuck fucks him, in a slow, steady rhythm, and mike comes without being touched or allowed to touch himself, always more than once because chuck takes ages to come and it drives mike crazy, before chuck finally has to pick up his pace and start breathing heavy as he comes.
I just… I think a lot about their sex life.