[Collins was doing very well for himself - Raylan didn't fight the push back, hands creeping over Collins hips anyway, fingers pushing under the waistbands in the hopes of encouraging them to drop by the virtue of gravity alone. As Collins is lilting and honestly amazing accent in his ear and following it with hands that Raylan could appreciate even as he knew he'd feel the pads of Collins grip on his bones long after this was over, he starts to think that maybe he had found a lull in the roar of this all and his brain flits through images of Collins bending him over the desk table next to them, hand fisted in Raylan's hair, Collins holding his wrists with a belt around his neck-]
Wanna see you- [Is all that Raylan got out before Collins interrupted him to send a whole new twist down his spine. For all the masculinity that he had, for as much as he put up behind that to dare people into taking him as anything else, the idea of someone else calling the shots in this way, the idea of riding a very dangerous edge that terrified him and thrilled him at the same time - nothing can happen except a little shame, in the end. Raylan inhales sharply at the bite, meeting the crash of lips and furious lust with the same heat he was given, cock twitching into the touch as his hips lean forward encouragingly.]
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Wanna see you- [Is all that Raylan got out before Collins interrupted him to send a whole new twist down his spine. For all the masculinity that he had, for as much as he put up behind that to dare people into taking him as anything else, the idea of someone else calling the shots in this way, the idea of riding a very dangerous edge that terrified him and thrilled him at the same time - nothing can happen except a little shame, in the end. Raylan inhales sharply at the bite, meeting the crash of lips and furious lust with the same heat he was given, cock twitching into the touch as his hips lean forward encouragingly.]