The only movement that Raleigh can actually handle right now is sliding free, tugging the condom off with the towel that still sat off to the side, and tossing it all off to the side.

Otherwise, he's a little heavy on Chuck, his face pressed to the younger mans shoulder as he panted softly against damp skin.

Fuck. Fuck.

Chuck's touch lulls him into an even better afterglow and he groans a little, exhaling a pleased sigh.