[Collins couldn't help but look at all of Raylan whenever the lawman's movements kept him at bay. The sight of the other man was almost enough to make a man jealous--and some out there definitely would be--but Collins had gone through his entire life with what he had (short, prematurely bald, but with an easy athleticism) and refused to allow it to bother him. These days it really didn't even register. Instead, he licked his lips appreciatively and pushed the lawman deceptively gentle back against the wall once the clothes were gone.]
You want a show?
[He whispered into the marshal's ear. Oh how he wished he had a knife to play with right now. Longed to slice the bull's skin open and add his own permanent mark to the canvas in front of him. His hands raked possessively up and down Raylan's torso just at the thought of it.
Instead, he curbed his predilections in favor of another kind of desire. One that had a reward at the end instead of another enemy while on board this damned boat. His hands curled aggressively around Raylan's hips, fingers digging into the flesh hard enough to leave bruises. He could only hold back so much.]
Patience, bull. You get what I want you ta get, when I give it to ya.
[He finished with a pointed bite to the soft spot just behind the jaw and close to the ear where he'd whispered his words. He didn't linger too long to taste if he broke the skin this time and instead moved to attack the lawman's mouth in rapacious fervor. Only a distraction as one of his hands relinquished its hold and moved to grasp the lawman's cock.]
no subject
You want a show?
[He whispered into the marshal's ear. Oh how he wished he had a knife to play with right now. Longed to slice the bull's skin open and add his own permanent mark to the canvas in front of him. His hands raked possessively up and down Raylan's torso just at the thought of it.
Instead, he curbed his predilections in favor of another kind of desire. One that had a reward at the end instead of another enemy while on board this damned boat. His hands curled aggressively around Raylan's hips, fingers digging into the flesh hard enough to leave bruises. He could only hold back so much.]
Patience, bull. You get what I want you ta get, when I give it to ya.
[He finished with a pointed bite to the soft spot just behind the jaw and close to the ear where he'd whispered his words. He didn't linger too long to taste if he broke the skin this time and instead moved to attack the lawman's mouth in rapacious fervor. Only a distraction as one of his hands relinquished its hold and moved to grasp the lawman's cock.]