Reality didn't quite fade back in until Raylan was breaking the slow, deep kiss that he'd been thoroughly enjoying. So much so that when the other breaks he's dragging in a deep, lung-filling breath and huffing softly as if he'd run a marathon.
"I'm not." He murmurs in response. Though he had been a little sorry at the start of all this, being the one getting hot and bothered in their sleep and waking the other man up with a hard-on. But he's certainly not sorry for how it ended. He was more relaxed and content than he's felt in a long time. Despite everything he'd experienced as a College Student, it felt like years since he'd anything as good as that. And they hadn't even fucked.
"I think we both needed that." Badly, it seems, if how they're feeling is anything to go by. He's happily sated for now. And he kisses the other gently once more for a little while longer just to enjoy the taste of him and bask in everything.
"I might be a little sorry about the sheets. Or when I'll need to get up and move." Which he should do before things start to dry so he begrudgingly disconnects from the invalid to slip out of bed and go find something to clean up with. Flint washes his hands first, then grabs a towel from the bathroom and throws it at Raylan. He wets a cloth to clean himself before rinsing it out with warm water. He returns with it to sit on the edge of the bed, sitting next to Raylan and laying the warm, wet cloth on his hip.
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"I'm not." He murmurs in response. Though he had been a little sorry at the start of all this, being the one getting hot and bothered in their sleep and waking the other man up with a hard-on. But he's certainly not sorry for how it ended. He was more relaxed and content than he's felt in a long time. Despite everything he'd experienced as a College Student, it felt like years since he'd anything as good as that. And they hadn't even fucked.
"I think we both needed that." Badly, it seems, if how they're feeling is anything to go by. He's happily sated for now. And he kisses the other gently once more for a little while longer just to enjoy the taste of him and bask in everything.
"I might be a little sorry about the sheets. Or when I'll need to get up and move." Which he should do before things start to dry so he begrudgingly disconnects from the invalid to slip out of bed and go find something to clean up with. Flint washes his hands first, then grabs a towel from the bathroom and throws it at Raylan. He wets a cloth to clean himself before rinsing it out with warm water. He returns with it to sit on the edge of the bed, sitting next to Raylan and laying the warm, wet cloth on his hip.
"How's the ribs?"