He darts his gaze up to Raleigh's face, panting through his nose.

Chucks hands slide fingers under his waistband and pulls his head back to suck on the head eagerly, tongue circling the ridge and whining high in the back of his throat. He's hard, straining the front of his pants and he's tempted to let go of Raleigh's hips, or at least release one hand to shove down the front of his pants and giving himself some relief.