Slingin' from the hip, never the heart. | Open Post

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Raylan's job took him everywhere, from Harlan to Los Angeles to Paris. The Marshals service was demanding but Raylan leaned into the work, traveling as needed to get to get his man.

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"Breakfast?" He grins, hips pounding into Tim, relishing in the fact that Tim's hand was matching pace for a moment before burying himself deep, almost seeing if he could get those dark blues of Tim's to close under the wash of it all. "You're gonna be breakfast. First and second course, at least."

He starts moving again, slowly so he could watch all those miniscule shifts and changes in Tim's body, wanting to narrow in so he could sweetly torture the sniper in the best way. He was planning on taking his time, stretching tonight and the morning as long as he can.

"Once you're full, I'll bring you whatever food you want. As full service a kitchen as I can provide."