Tim was fucking beautiful. The grip in his hair, the way Tim's breath coming tight and shuddered, the way he felt so tight around Raylan's length. Raylan drank in the sight of him, dark eyes almost black with his passion and singular focus. He grunts softly, eyelids fluttering as he sinks in balls deep, and he pauses for a few heartbeats, letting Tim's body get used to the invasion.
If they had lube, if they had something more reliable than the headless drive of passion, Raylan would take longer, would aim to fulfill every dirty thought that Tim had, with an easily given promise to take care of him in the aftermath of it all.
"We'll have to make up for lost time," he says, voice tight and husky as his hips start moving, thrusting shallowly but with a growing confidence if Tim can take it. Raylan was a gentle sort on the surface but underneath it, he was different. Arrogant. On the edge of possessive and aggressive. They weren't fragile men; they'd seen too much to be fragile and vulnerabilities that may come would never be classified by such by Raylan.
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If they had lube, if they had something more reliable than the headless drive of passion, Raylan would take longer, would aim to fulfill every dirty thought that Tim had, with an easily given promise to take care of him in the aftermath of it all.
"We'll have to make up for lost time," he says, voice tight and husky as his hips start moving, thrusting shallowly but with a growing confidence if Tim can take it. Raylan was a gentle sort on the surface but underneath it, he was different. Arrogant. On the edge of possessive and aggressive. They weren't fragile men; they'd seen too much to be fragile and vulnerabilities that may come would never be classified by such by Raylan.