[Raylan wasn't shy about the way he looked over Tim all spread out on the couch until he moved either and there was the passing thought of burning Tim's pants so he had to walk around wearing less just on general purpose.
They'd changed together before, in the locker room at work and Raylan had gotten his eyeful on Istak's little boat, but this was different. He'd been given the permission to look, the permission to admire and Tim was working with a lot more than he had bothered to let himself notice back home. The way Tim looked over his shoulder and licked his fingers might as well have been a string wrapped around Raylan's cock, tugging him forward at his base with the overwhelming need to see Tim's smart assed mouth twisted in pleasure and moaning his name again.
He hummed out a soft growl of want as he follows, kicking off his shoes and sheading his pants on the way, leaving a literal trail towards the bedroom to match the shirt chaos of the living room.
It was nice to be able to leave the door open, confident in the lock that he'd hit when he closed it behind him, and Raylan didn't hesitate about stepping into Tim's space, hands sliding around his naked waist and down to Tim's ass as his eyes rake down Tim's chest and land on their cocks, bumping and weeping together. He looks back up under his eyebrows at his partner, lips curled devilishly.]
I wouldn't mind watchin' that show. I hope you ain't got anywhere else to be for the rest of the afternoon. I wanna wring you out the way you wrung him out. Hauntin' the poor man and his cock for days afterwards.
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They'd changed together before, in the locker room at work and Raylan had gotten his eyeful on Istak's little boat, but this was different. He'd been given the permission to look, the permission to admire and Tim was working with a lot more than he had bothered to let himself notice back home. The way Tim looked over his shoulder and licked his fingers might as well have been a string wrapped around Raylan's cock, tugging him forward at his base with the overwhelming need to see Tim's smart assed mouth twisted in pleasure and moaning his name again.
He hummed out a soft growl of want as he follows, kicking off his shoes and sheading his pants on the way, leaving a literal trail towards the bedroom to match the shirt chaos of the living room.
It was nice to be able to leave the door open, confident in the lock that he'd hit when he closed it behind him, and Raylan didn't hesitate about stepping into Tim's space, hands sliding around his naked waist and down to Tim's ass as his eyes rake down Tim's chest and land on their cocks, bumping and weeping together. He looks back up under his eyebrows at his partner, lips curled devilishly.]
I wouldn't mind watchin' that show. I hope you ain't got anywhere else to be for the rest of the afternoon. I wanna wring you out the way you wrung him out. Hauntin' the poor man and his cock for days afterwards.