The relief of feeling Raylan finally pushing into him pulls a sound out of him he didn't recognize, long and keening with that satisfaction. He rolls his hips back, trying to keep that initial instruction at the fore front, half-fucking himself back against the slide of Raylan's cock as he sheathes himself. He moans at the way his heated skin is groped and spread, legs trembling as his lover starts to thrust. There's a part of him that wishes he could see him sliding in and out between his abused cheeks.
A sultry "Ah!" barks off his lips with each hard slap, the pace making him writhe as he tries to keep his hips angled into the abusing thrusts. His body is bucked against the arm of the couch with the force, each push against his prostate has him shuddering and keening. He struggles to keep himself from coming, feeling his body frustratingly plateau but willing to take the pounding of his life.
He's soon rewarded with just that as Raylan's hands grip his own and he tries to wrap his fingers around his wrists as he's pulled into the bruising thrusts. He's lifted off the cushions in doing so and the sounds he makes rises in volume and clip. Desperate, and absolutely the sluttiest noise he's ever let fall off his lips. Truncated cries, broken in raspy pants by the slam of Raylan's hips into him.
"Rah-Ray-RAYLAN!" He can barely catch his breath in his lungs, "F-Fuck!"
It's not long, he knows he can't hold out at this pace and he's pushing his ass back into the abuse when he breaks. He comes hard, crying out unbidden, body shuddering and writhing back against him despite how he's held. He rocks with the thrusts, losing himself completely and his knees tremble and give again as his body gives over to the wash of euphoria that threatens to blind him. He's completely at the other's mercy to keep driving into him and loving every second of it. Head swimming and high, every inch of him alight but numb at the same time.
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A sultry "Ah!" barks off his lips with each hard slap, the pace making him writhe as he tries to keep his hips angled into the abusing thrusts. His body is bucked against the arm of the couch with the force, each push against his prostate has him shuddering and keening. He struggles to keep himself from coming, feeling his body frustratingly plateau but willing to take the pounding of his life.
He's soon rewarded with just that as Raylan's hands grip his own and he tries to wrap his fingers around his wrists as he's pulled into the bruising thrusts. He's lifted off the cushions in doing so and the sounds he makes rises in volume and clip. Desperate, and absolutely the sluttiest noise he's ever let fall off his lips. Truncated cries, broken in raspy pants by the slam of Raylan's hips into him.
"Rah-Ray-RAYLAN!" He can barely catch his breath in his lungs, "F-Fuck!"
It's not long, he knows he can't hold out at this pace and he's pushing his ass back into the abuse when he breaks. He comes hard, crying out unbidden, body shuddering and writhing back against him despite how he's held. He rocks with the thrusts, losing himself completely and his knees tremble and give again as his body gives over to the wash of euphoria that threatens to blind him. He's completely at the other's mercy to keep driving into him and loving every second of it. Head swimming and high, every inch of him alight but numb at the same time.