He's so, so thankful for that -- Janine hadn't run or been disgusted but she'd had a lot of questions and as sweet as she was, she didn't much like looking at them.

It's rough but tender; he feels that, feels Chuck's fingers tracing over them, ridges and twisted old tissue underneath the pads of Chuck's fingers. Raleigh licks his lips and shivers, clutching at Chuck all the more with every stroke, hips tipping up to lazily grind in treutn.