He bottoms out and tilts his head to the side as he struggles to breath even (he wants to fuck Raleigh slow and hard into his crappy mattress but he's going slow, a habit he hasn't quite broken yet).

"You're home," he informs him, leaning in to kiss him as he rocks his hips into him a little deeper. It's why he came back. It's why he found him. It's why it hurt so much when he didn't come back for years.