[Chuck has this moment where he's actually torn about what to do, because he wants to take his shirt off, wants to feel her fingers digging into his shoulders, wants to rip her clothes off too but he doesn't want her telling him what to do, ordering him around like she can just do that. He wants to deny her what she wants just to say that he did and he has that power over her.
He moves his mouth to her neck to cover up his dilemma, marking her skin and fuck, fine, you pushy harpy. He'll take it off. Only because she keeps pulling at it and nearly choking him and getting in his way of doing what he wants and Chuck bites her skin hard before he rears back to strip the shirt off in one movement.]
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He moves his mouth to her neck to cover up his dilemma, marking her skin and fuck, fine, you pushy harpy. He'll take it off. Only because she keeps pulling at it and nearly choking him and getting in his way of doing what he wants and Chuck bites her skin hard before he rears back to strip the shirt off in one movement.]
You're next.