Raleigh sets the bottle he snagged down and drops his jacket as well, arms immediately going back around Chuck, hands dragging up his back to slide into his hair.

"Should we stop?" He asks, breathless, head tipping back as Chuck's lips dampen the skin of his neck, Raleigh's fingers digging into his back.

He doesn't want to stop.

He doesn't want to let go.

He wants to guide Chuck into the cozy den, put him on the couch, and light a fight, and make slow, desperate, passionate love to him right in front of it.