Raylan' tongue worked, sweeping and pushing and flicking inside Flint's soft interior. His hand lets go, only to slap a cheek again, rough hand spreading and groping the globe. This was the first time he'd done this too but it was a trend that Raylan could get behind. He wanted to explore all the pleasures he could with James. For as long as he could.

The other cheek gets the same treatment, a sharp slap, a roll of Raylan's tongue inside him until he had Flint keening and panting. Only then would Raylan stand up and start spanking Flint, hand moving in such a way to catch the bottom of his ass as it struck up, peppering the flesh with color and the hint of welts.