Or some form of compensation.

Chuck grins and follows the lines of Raleigh's stomach with his thumb, sliding it up to pass over his chest. He's not sure if he wants eye contact right now, seeing as the last instance was so fucking chilling, but when he does dart his gaze up--

--yeah, that's more like it. Chuck wraps his other hand around the back of Raleigh's neck and pulls him in to kiss him roughly.