[ Raylan might have a hard time putting faith in the idea of how desperately he was wanted by the young sniper. Given his track record with the women who had used and discarded him it was understandable. All Tim could do was be as open and honest as possible with the older man, and as they moved together Tim found a wall, he hadn't known existed within himself, starting to melt away.
Tim had never been in situations, sexual or otherwise, where softness and vulnerability were encouraged. People had always wanted him to be hard and competent, from the Army to the Marshal Service, to the men who gravitated to his natural top energy. Somewhere along the way Tim had lost the chance to open up as a young man, tender and vulnerable, soft with another man and willing to take that man's lead.
When Raylan reached for his other hand, long fingers untangled from salt and pepper hair. Tim didn't resist when the older man moved their clasped hands down onto the pillow. Nor did he chase clever lips with anxious kisses, or close his eyes as Raylan's face moved so closely above his own.
Rather, the sniper's expression smoothed out and softened to something open and tender that he'd never shown before. Even when he had been breaking down, allowing Raylan to hold him through the night. This was private, intimate in a way that coiled around the raw act being performed by their bodies. Shyness peeked through, though it didn't keep Tim from leaning up and lightly brushing his nose against Raylan's. A sweet gesture, followed by a soft kiss and whispered words. ]
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Tim had never been in situations, sexual or otherwise, where softness and vulnerability were encouraged. People had always wanted him to be hard and competent, from the Army to the Marshal Service, to the men who gravitated to his natural top energy. Somewhere along the way Tim had lost the chance to open up as a young man, tender and vulnerable, soft with another man and willing to take that man's lead.
When Raylan reached for his other hand, long fingers untangled from salt and pepper hair. Tim didn't resist when the older man moved their clasped hands down onto the pillow. Nor did he chase clever lips with anxious kisses, or close his eyes as Raylan's face moved so closely above his own.
Rather, the sniper's expression smoothed out and softened to something open and tender that he'd never shown before. Even when he had been breaking down, allowing Raylan to hold him through the night. This was private, intimate in a way that coiled around the raw act being performed by their bodies. Shyness peeked through, though it didn't keep Tim from leaning up and lightly brushing his nose against Raylan's. A sweet gesture, followed by a soft kiss and whispered words. ]
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