Raylan gives him a toothy half pulled grin, hips pushing forwards with a gentle grind, bangs wild and half in his eyes. Bending, he brushes his lips across Tim's as he answers with a brief chuckle.
"Guess you're gonna have to tell me, ain't ya."
He pulls back, tugging at the boxers until he could cast them aside and drop himself gently back down to kiss Tim all over again. Seems he couldn't quite get enough of that, like a thirsty man sipping at a shallow pool. He wishes they had lube and makes a note to buy them some for- Well. Later was later. Now was now.
Raylan spits into his hand, smearing it against Tim's hole before repeating the move to slick himself a little. He watches Tim's face, hungry to watch the reaction of his invasion with non-drunk eyes, like he was verifying that Tim was a glorious in the morning light as he was in the evening dark. Rubbing his tip against him, Raylan hitches a groan himself as he starts to press in.
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"Guess you're gonna have to tell me, ain't ya."
He pulls back, tugging at the boxers until he could cast them aside and drop himself gently back down to kiss Tim all over again. Seems he couldn't quite get enough of that, like a thirsty man sipping at a shallow pool. He wishes they had lube and makes a note to buy them some for- Well. Later was later. Now was now.
Raylan spits into his hand, smearing it against Tim's hole before repeating the move to slick himself a little. He watches Tim's face, hungry to watch the reaction of his invasion with non-drunk eyes, like he was verifying that Tim was a glorious in the morning light as he was in the evening dark. Rubbing his tip against him, Raylan hitches a groan himself as he starts to press in.