Chuck stays like that for a while, curled around Raleigh and planting slow kisses against his sweat-slicked neck.

He does pull away eventually, muttering about cramping and sticking together as he unwraps Raleigh's legs from around his waist and throws the condom out. He disappears into the bathroom for a few minutes and comes back with a warm wash cloth he uses to wipe their skin. He's sorta quiet, even after dropping the cloth and stretching out next to him on the bed.