if raleigh had to stick this exact moment on the list of his ‘what the fuck?’ moments, he’d put this one somewhere near the top. he was… with owen. on the couch. with his hands pinned over his head as he was being straddled. one moment nothing. the next he tripped over the couch as he was basically blindsided.
he didn’t fight back, mostly because he was dealing with the shock of what just had happened. he knew the other wasn’t drunk, raleigh would have smelt alcohol if he was— but that still didn’t stop his question.