A new shot of adrenaline races through his veins like liquid fire as Collins leans in, hand full of anticipatory reach, but to his credit, he doesn't jump or flinch at the touch. The same cannot be said as Collins brushes over him, whole body twitching once as he tilts his head like he might kiss him, breath sharply inhaled through lightly bared teeth.

"This ain't there, Collins. There's consequences here. If not for you, then for me."

In full honesty to himself, Collins scared him a little. He was very much a dangerous man, capable of putting Raylan down for good and cheating to do it. And what would Willa do, who would she become, without him around? The Barge provided him a guarantee of safety that the real world couldn't. He also couldn't trust that his inclination wouldn't be used against him here in a way that made it clear to others what he may or may not enjoy.

There was a lot of baggage built into the walls that kept Raylan Givens alive. A lot that he couldn't set down so easily out here.

That didn't stop his cock from continuing to get hard. For everything he had to protect in this world, a radical amount was denied. Can't exactly find someone willing to tie you up and whip you, and remain secure and anonymous. He wanted the rough tumble he knew was behind the words, but he couldn't have it.