The exclamation earns Tim a low hum of appreciation from Raylan, mouth busy as it was at the time - yes god, Raylan is proud of his other non-gunslinging skills, proud that he could draw such a compliment from his partner. It somehow felt like proof that he was good at more than being a pain in the ass asshole. Good at more than being an unstoppable force, good at putting that tunnel vision he sometimes got to better use.
Raylan got a brief scan of how amazing Tim looked, naked and wanting underneath him, before he was easily pulled down, a soft groan echoing Tim's wildly hot moan into his mouth as his tongue twists with snipers, body shuddering slightly as their cocks rub together, trapped between the space of their bellies. One hand slips up under one of Tim's shoulders, resting on his elbow to support some of his weight, while the other smooths up Tim's bare leg and hip and side, relishing in the open and unbroken swath of skin. Bare skin on bare skin was one of the most sinfully delightful feelings. It felt too good, too right to be between Tim's legs, and Raylan kisses him until his lungs are burning from the lack of proper air.
Breaking the kiss with another little sound, Raylan wastes no time in drifting his lips along Tim's jaw and neck to the untouched side. Make them ask some questions. Goddamn - that statement was going to haunt him in the best way.
"I've wanted to do this with you for months. Wanted to know what you sound like, taste like." He nips at Tim's neck, hand moving from Tim's waist to between them to gather their cocks together in his fist and start stroking lazily. "I want to feel what it's like inside of you."
It would be embarrassing later, that he admitted that out loud, but chances had to be taken. He wouldn't be upset if Tim said that this was as far as they went though - he knew too well some of the hang-ups that could be stuck onto the act and hornier than he was at 17 or not, he would never push for something more than what his partner was comfortable with. This was about trust as much as it was about desire, and only one of those things could be irrevocably broken with thoughtless actions.
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Raylan got a brief scan of how amazing Tim looked, naked and wanting underneath him, before he was easily pulled down, a soft groan echoing Tim's wildly hot moan into his mouth as his tongue twists with snipers, body shuddering slightly as their cocks rub together, trapped between the space of their bellies. One hand slips up under one of Tim's shoulders, resting on his elbow to support some of his weight, while the other smooths up Tim's bare leg and hip and side, relishing in the open and unbroken swath of skin. Bare skin on bare skin was one of the most sinfully delightful feelings. It felt too good, too right to be between Tim's legs, and Raylan kisses him until his lungs are burning from the lack of proper air.
Breaking the kiss with another little sound, Raylan wastes no time in drifting his lips along Tim's jaw and neck to the untouched side. Make them ask some questions. Goddamn - that statement was going to haunt him in the best way.
"I've wanted to do this with you for months. Wanted to know what you sound like, taste like." He nips at Tim's neck, hand moving from Tim's waist to between them to gather their cocks together in his fist and start stroking lazily. "I want to feel what it's like inside of you."
It would be embarrassing later, that he admitted that out loud, but chances had to be taken. He wouldn't be upset if Tim said that this was as far as they went though - he knew too well some of the hang-ups that could be stuck onto the act and hornier than he was at 17 or not, he would never push for something more than what his partner was comfortable with. This was about trust as much as it was about desire, and only one of those things could be irrevocably broken with thoughtless actions.