[ Chuck's breathing is picking up and hitching in his throat when Raleigh's just getting started; it maybe doesn't worry Raleigh so much, because he's just as strung out on a hair trigger as Chuck seems to be, but it's material for concern. Raleigh strokes the soft skin of Chuck's inner thigh idly with his thumb as he fucks his fingers in, scissoring them quick and dirty, a mindless, soothing counterpoint to the rough movement of his fingers. ]
You good? [ Raleigh's voice sounds strained; he clears his throat, kneeing up closer to kneel between Chuck's knees. He wants to kiss him, especially when Chuck's looking like this -- cracked open and trembling all over, but maybe Chuck wouldn't want that now. Spread on his back, as close and vulnerable as he is. ]
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You good? [ Raleigh's voice sounds strained; he clears his throat, kneeing up closer to kneel between Chuck's knees. He wants to kiss him, especially when Chuck's looking like this -- cracked open and trembling all over, but maybe Chuck wouldn't want that now. Spread on his back, as close and vulnerable as he is. ]