Chuck could really use the ego boost of 'gorgeous' movements. He squirms into Raleigh's grip and snaps his hips again, lost in the rise and roll of body.

He can see what got Raleigh so fervent the night before, now Chuck's admiring his restraint.

You know. If he could think.

Now he's just cursing into his mouth and skin, when he's making the mark on his neck good and dark again, trying to keep up with the tide.