Chuck gives up, lets go of the pillow and reaches to pull Raleigh down on top of him as he surges, kissing him sloppily.

What's coming out of him is not a needy whimper, no desperate sounds, but it's not any sort of controlled noise. He scrabbles against Raleigh's back with one hand, grips his hair with the other and pushes up to meet his thrusts. Raleigh had brought him close with his mouth and now--

He digs his nails into his scalp, his back, as he arches, dragging furrows into his skin as he shouts out in a hoarse cry.