Raylan tasted deep, wrestling their tongues together, as he leans into the embrace, off hand wrapping around Collins' waist in kind. He kisses the Irishman until his lung scream for breathing, breaking it all with a little roll of his head that let him slide his mouth towards Collins ear.

"I think you'll enjoy makin' me sing a totally different tune more." As he spoke, his other hand crept to Collins' waist, pulling up his shirt so he could slide a hand under it, fingers dancing their way towards Collins's front. This, he knew how to do. This was just like breathing, and there wasn't any issues with what had come before this. Raylan knew he was something of a greedy man, that he took what he could get when he could get it; there was no helping or changing that about him, not now.

"And it ain't gonna be just one night," he purrs. "We're both gonna be back for more."