tinstar: (Serious bedtime)
Deputy US Marshal Givens ([personal profile] tinstar) wrote 2025-04-07 12:35 am (UTC)

It was offical. Tim was glorious, head rolled back, breath all caught because of him. It was its own high and Raylan can't stop himself from bending down to pepper lazy kisses up the top of Tim's chest as he starts thrusting. Last night was for heady reckless need and Tim had driven Raylan to that already this morning, but he wanted to make sure they both enjoyed as much as they could.

He moans softly as he buries himself deep, nipping at the bruise on Tim's neck, sucking as a hand slides up to slip itself around Tim's shoulder. Sweet nothings rattle behind Raylan's teeth, held back by the bearing reality and self consciousness and he breathes them out in another moan across Tim's skin as he starts moving faster and harder. His off hand slides down the line of Tim's body, gripping his ass as Raylan drills into him with long, strong strokes. He wanted to drive Tim to the edge, to unravel him, to hold him as he comes undone around Raylan's attentions.

"I love the way you sound," he murmurs. "I wanna make sure your neighbors get a sample." The pace is paused with a deep bury, a roll of his hips, shallow thrusts giving way again to the long steady pound. He meant to back up that desire properly, instead of the hasty need of the night before.

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