It was a side that he didn't get to pull out often; with James was the only context where he felt like he could let the man pull it out of him. Besides, Raylan very rarely got to show off these kinds of skills anymore and he did so enjoy getting to employ them. Especially when he was getting such amazing responses for his efforts. Raylan wanted to undo James every single time they came together like this and it was something he aimed to make clear by the way he swallows around his cock, hands spreading back up over James's thighs as he holds him in place, sucking him down with a swirl of his tongue against the velvet tip and further down his root.
When he felt like James was wound up enough to edge towards the hill of climax, Raylan pulled off, the loud Pop, lips a little swollen from his work, chest heaving under labored breath. Pushing to his feet, Raylan reached for him to kiss him roughly again, sharing the salty sweat taste with the twist of his tongue.
The kiss broke this time with a rough sound and Raylan raked his eyes over his lover, grin slipping back on, roguish and a little feral.
"Turn around," he commands, helping James do just that so he can tuck himself up behind the man, hand spreading across his chest as the other sinks down to encircle the base of his cock and teasingly hefting it's weight. "Can't have any cum ruinin' my leather now, so when I bend you over this couch, you're gonna keep those hips rolled back, okay?"
James has to spread his feet a little to balance his weight while standing, arms tucked at his back where they're tied looking more like a soldier held firmly at attention as Raylan sets a ravenous pace. He's moaning out his name, thighs quivering and hips giving a gentle roll in time with the pull of those lips and swipe of tongue. He's shuddering and panting hard. Just when he thinks the other might push him up the hill to a proper end he pulls off with a lewd sound and has him trembling with the absence of the wet heat.
Properly drunk off his arousal his mouth is easily taken in that kiss, tasting his own precum on his tongue as he parts his lips and allows the other to possessively dominate his mouth. His breaths rasp off his lips when the kiss breaks and he's commanded to turn around. He'll do so with some guidance but is easily swept up into the embrace, curling his back and practically melting into the press of Raylan against him. He nods at the instruction, spreading his stance again in preparation for being bent over the couch. He'll roll his hips back at an angle to rub his ass against Raylan tantalizingly, fingers grasping at what skin they can reach. He'll turn his shoulders slightly, just enough that he can angle his head and chin to try and catch Raylan's lips again.
Raylan was finding out how intoxicating having James strung up was - there was something addicting about the way his broad chest jutted out, how his body had to move without the free range of his arms. Or maybe it had to do with the way James was shuddering and panting; either way, the Marshal found it fucking stunning.
Just as stunning as his hands felt across the low, fabric busy part of Raylan's stomach. Yeah, those were going to have to go, and soon.
There was no arguing with that little turn and Raylan hummed again as he met it, fingers coming to dance up that stretch of neck, helping keep James there as his other reached around to help and hold him low across his belly. Breaking the kiss slowly, Raylan grinned, thumb running over James's bottom lip.
"Let me go get somethin' to make things slicker, darlin', you wait right there." With one more kiss, Raylan pulls back and steps around, slapping James's ass as he went. It'd only take him a few seconds to grab a towel and the bottle of oil, a few more to stop and kick off his pants and boxers, before he was striding back out into the living room, cock bobbing eagerly in rhythm with his step.
There was something to be said about giving over his control to someone he trusts with his life and his vulnerability. It was exhilarating and arousing in its own right. He enjoyed letting Raylan have that power over him and seeing what he would do with it or what he'd do with him. Perhaps for some, it might be strange that a man like him could give himself over in such a way, especially with all the power he commands, but for him, it's intensely exciting to not have to think or be responsible for a fleeting moment.
He hums softly as that hand skirts up his throat and holds him close, parting his lips when the kiss breaks to capture the tip of that thumb enticingly. He nods again when the other speaks of running to get more items for their play and he kisses him in kind before simply standing, waiting for the next command, patiently but achingly hard. It gives his body a little time to come down a bit to make their play last.
The slap on his ass gets grunted, bitten back moan and he watches Raylan run off to quickly gather up his things or undress. Meanwhile, he's contemplating the couch and if he should go ahead and bend himself over it eagerly. Of course, he's distracted by the cat staring at him, and he frowns softly.
"You're one to judge, you like to just sit on the coffee table out in full view for all to see you licking yourself." She even huffs a little at him, turns up her nose, and wanders off to another part of the apartment.
He follows her and then up to the view of pale legs padding towards him, and the gentle bobbing of that cock as it sways between his thighs. His eyes flick up to that all-too-happy and handsome man and he can't help but to reflect the grin.
"I'm starting to see a pattern here," He turns his arms slightly to move his hands and wrists to indicate them being tied.
"I have rope, you know, lots of it, if you ever decide you want to truss me up completely."
Raylan's sharp ears caught the conversation with the cat and he came back in with a crooked but amused grin. There was something nice in knowing that James and the cat were getting along. Made fore a more peaceful home.
"We can't let her have all the fun, can we. And as for all this," he says, towel whipping down onto the arm of the couch so that he could reach for James and run a hand down his side and hip, grin pulling as he tugged him in against his hip.
"What can I say. Bein' tied up makes some of the best parts of you flex so nicely," he purred, hand sliding around James's ass as he trails his mouth up James's neck, nipping lightly at that skin. "And I'm gonna take you up on that offer one day. Won't even need to borrow your rope."
Grinning, Raylan steps around James, one hand staying on his skin to smooth over the taunt stomach and chest muscles of his lover, lips ghosting over his shoulder as Raylan comes around to the back.
"Step back and shift over, show me that perfect ass."
Ripples of goosebumps chase after Raylan's fingers and he'll lean into it when he's pulled against his lover. He half-closes his eyes with a soft hum as that hand then dances over his ass, and those lips move up his neck. He tilts his head to give him more access and gasps softly with the nip. He'll push his hips back a little to nudge his ass into the touch.
"Good." He huffs with a raspy edge to his voice, feeling the heat rising in his veins as his blood thickens once more with arousal. He rolls his shoulders back to press his chest out into Raylan's fingers as he walks around behind him. Pulse ramping up and belly twisting with anticipation, his cock bobs eagerly.
He does as he's told taking a step back to nudge himself against Raylan's body. He curls his back at first to tip his head so he can look back at him with the most smoldering look he can manage. He'll then slowly bend himself over at the waist, spreading his feet a little and angling his hips back to accentuate that perfect ass Raylan wants to see. He rubs himself teasingly back against the other.
"Like this?" He feigns innocence and glances back at him once more with a smirk.
James oiled and under candlelight like this would also be a delicious sight, Raylan muses to himself, stomach curling in need at that look he gets flashed over the freckled shoulder. He quite liked the way James's face looked when he was caught in the throes and looks like that only made Raylan want to wipe it off with something better even more.
"Very good," he praises. One gun callused hand smoothes across the low of James's back and hips, like one might inspect a horse, attentive eyes snapping up to Flint's face with a smirk of his own. He had to wait for the right moment, not too sudden, but not too long, to spank the fleshy curve of his ass, followed swiftly by another spank on his other side. He and his cock wanted to feel the jump and tense of those muscles.
Since it was all about what James didn't see, Raylan sent his hands sliding down his cheeks as Raylan pulls back a fraction, palms moving down the back of James's thighs and calves as he sank down. Raylan nips at his left ass cheek as his hands come back up to collect and massage the fleshy globes, nipping his way in so he could swipe his tongue across James's asshole teasingly.
James settles against the arm of the couch as those hands caress down the swell of his ass and he hums appreciatively at the touch. The resounding slap does get a tense and a good jiggle, a soft hitch, the second slap gets the same but ends in another hungry hum. He rubs himself back against the cock pressed against him, heat rising quickly through his body and curling tight in the low of his stomach.
He's surprised to feel the other pull back and glances back briefly to see how Raylan kneels down, touch cascading down his thighs as his breath takes on a rasp. The nip gets a soft hiss and a startled "ah" but the massaging is nice. He feels the graze of teeth move steadily inward and that first press of warm, wet, and firm against his hole has him gasping. Raylan can't see it but he's worrying his bottom lip in anticipation.
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.
Soon the sounds falling off his lips are breathy and unbidden, starting low and rising in clip. His hips rock, pressing back into the working of that tongue into him, but the first hard slap coupled with the lathing of the other's tongue inside him has him nearly weak in the knees. His hole tightens and throbs, pulsing when the hand comes down once more on the other side, hips bucking at the treatment. He's moaning like a whore by the time Raylan lets up and stands.
But he's not out of the woods it seems and the spanking to follow has him crying out in both pain and pleasure with each resounding clash of skin on skin. The heat of the sting from each open-palmed slap is deep and vibrant. It shakes him to the core and shudders up his spine. He's pulling away out of instinct but flexing back to try and keep his place. His knees threatened to buckle as his legs shake, fighting to keep himself balanced on the arm of the couch without the use of his arms, or not completely melt into an aroused heap. His cock his hard and bobbing, leaking precum in slow drops.
"Such a pert little ass," Raylan praises, hand smoothing over James's back as his other strikes with each word before taking over rubbing duties. He moans with an exhales, not really realizing it as he starts lightly pinching the welts that were starting to rise up.
"First world we get too where I can buy a sex swing, a cock ring, and several dildos, I'm gonna. A buncha toys to work us both out. How do you feel about that?"
The collapse was what Raylan was pushing for, the reason for the couch and the few pillows that had been tugged Flint's way at the start, giving him something to drop his chest onto if he needed to. And Raylan intended on making him need to.
The pale skin was bright red by the time the other slows to gently rub him and it gets a long, low hum of a moan out of him at the pleasure of the massaging touch that complimented how his body was on fire. He pushes back into it until those fingers pinch, then he instinctually pulls away with a hiss.
"Yes," He huffs, "Please," he can't work out much more in the way of words with his head swimming as it is, drunk on the pain, the pleasure, and his heady arousal. He doesn't really know what some of those things are, but the idea of learning and experiencing them, of taking each other apart was something he wanted to enjoy together.
His knees are quaking as the other touches him and he's struggling with the desire for more, and the want to be fucked. Eventually, he'll give in and slowly sink down onto the couch, and onto his knees, so he's still bent over the cushions.
The push and pull, the embrace of it against the natural instinct to preserve yourself was an admittedly beautiful kind of dance. One that Raylan wasn't taking for granted with Flint either - this wasn't a man to give over his control or his power and somehow that made it all the more enticing, arousing, elevated over something as basic as fucking him.
Diverting over to the coffee table and back again, done inside three of his miles long strides, gets Raylan the oil. The cap opening was loud in the room, and Raylan hums as he carefully drizzles a stream of it across James's ass, lingering in his seam for a few seconds longer and catching it all with his fingers. He smeared and spread, two fingers teasingly pushing at the tight ring of muscle until he was pushing into James's depths, scissoring them gently to help work some of the slickness inside the man. Once he'd set the bottle down next to him on the floor, he could use his free hand to spread and work the oil into James's cheeks with a rough grip into the welts as his fingers start to thrust and hunt for that little nugget of pleasure in there.
"You know what a cockring is, darlin'? A bit of something around that beautiful dick of yours, somethin' to keep you hard and keep you from cummin' too soon. I could work you out for hours again, milk you dry and then empty myself down your throat."
There's a soft gasp at the feel of the wet oil being drizzled over his ass, and he briefly remembers what he was told earlier, rolling his hips back and spreading his thighs. He moans softly at the rub of those fingers over him, cock bobbing as Raylan teases at his entrance before slowly pushing in. He moans louder then, aroused nerves dialed up to eleven from the spanking still thrumming in his heated skin. He pushes back into the thrust of Raylan's fingers, feeling him stretch him and feel for that Walnut, and as soon as the other finds it, it pulls another gasp from him.
"Nnh-No." He huffs, breaths rasping and fingers flexing at his back where they're tied and resting on his spine. He could probably use that cockring right about now. He's afraid he'll come the moment Raylan sinks into him with how absolutely worked up and aroused he is. He pants softly as he's finger fucked, head swimming with the imagery Raylan's painting for him and another tap-rub on his prostate has some precum dripping from him onto the floor, pulling another moan out of his chest. He's doing his best to keep his ass angled back.
God, Raylan loved this, being able to bring James as much pleasure as he wanted before taking his own, being trusted with James's body so readily. There was no arguing with his need to protect the man, to keep the man secure and happy, to steal as many lewd and fulfilling nights as they could before the Barge barged in on their self-made paradise.
"I love the way you sound," Raylan says, cock bouncing, hungry to bury inside of James's clutch. But he was much a masochist as a sadist, and he wanted to earn a few more of those sweet sounds before he gave way to his own carnal needs.
Two fingers turns into three, stretching Flint more properly to the size that would be working into him, but as soon as Raylan got those few sounds, he was shifting to stand behind Flint and lining himself up with the ring of flesh.
As Raylan remarks how much he loves the sounds he makes, and presses a third finger in, he'll keen louder. The praise and delirious pleasure easily have him unwound, not caring about the initial embarrassment, drunk on the feeling, and wanting to please his lover. Raylan is rewarded with more moans of need as he presses his fingers in, stretching and rubbing at his prostate.
There's a soft shudder when his hand is removed and he pants heavily trying to force his arousal down, cock bobbing still wet with precum. He shifts his weight a little and rocks his ass back as soon as he feels the head of Raylan's cock press to his entrance teasingly.
"Yah-Yes." He begs breathlessly, "Please" comes out in a near whine for more. He's so painfully aroused and wants to feel the other buried in him, fucking him till he sees stars.
How could he say no to such a sweet plea? Raylan pushes in with a groan, slowly working himself to the root. His hands spread James's cheeks, pushing him into the couch arm a little, loving the heat under his hands from the stiff spanking, and he starts moving. Slow at first, to tease them both, to watch his length slide in and out of James's ass, to enjoy the sounds that were coming from beneath him, but it didn't take long for him to start picking up the pace, bucking his hips up a little to better hit that sweet spot now and then, along with a hard slaps of those cheeks when Raylan wanted a little more.
He'd warned James, he was a greedy man.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he growls, hands shifting to smooth up Flint's forearms, only to come back down and grab at his bound hands, using that as leverage to pound into him harder. It didn't matter if anyone could hear them or if Misty and Sweeney were planning their next fuck fest to counteract the noises being made. All that mattered was making James gaspmoan his name and making the man come undone before Raylan chased his own ends.
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.
It wasn't like running a race, but it was a bit like competing - not wanting to relent or give up, not wanting to take it easy. Raylan pushed himself to push Flint, fucking as hard as he could as he tried to run baseball stats through the back of his head. He can't believe he's fucking like this, being allowed to fuck like this, and something about that alone made him work harder at it. He didn't want to disappoint, after all.
He shudders out a half growled, short chuckle of sex snarled approval at the way Flint was sounding off and going wild, the way he shouted his name - god help anyone within earshot in the hall - and it's followed quickly by a gasp and a groan as Flint bears down on him. "Fuck, baby," he swears, rolling himself in with each stroke. When he felt James was through the peak and valley, Raylan pushes him forward again, leaning into the thrust as he moves for his own ends.
They were chased just as hard as James, one hand planting in the middle of the man's back as Raylan pounds, and its a whole few minutes later before Raylan's thusts start shuddering before slamming in hard with his moans above the pirate. Body demanding at least three more thrusts before stopping, Raylan sags a little, off hand staying propped on the couch as he tries to catch his breath.
The hand removed from James's back goes to work, plucking and tugging the belt free so James's arms could fall, letting him smooth a hand up the sculpted scene before him. "You okay?" he pants heavily, with a soft tone.
Raylan leans into him and doubles his efforts, pressing him down into the cushions and slamming relentlessly into him. He's pinned to the arm of the couch, overwhelmed by the pleasure of his lover driving into him over and over, the still hot sting of his hips beating against his abused flesh and the tight grip of his clutch that still trembles and throbs in his throes.
His prostate is being absolutely destroyed along with his ass and he can't help the cries that follow. His wrists and fingers twist against the belts as he wants to just hold on for dear life but can't. He feels that tight wind of pleasure in his belly rise fast again.
"Hah-Fuck oh fuck!" His spine curls, hips rolling up into the punishing angle of Raylan's cock as the other finally starts to reach his own end. The moment the other spills into him, splashing white-hot, he's seeing stars again and his body shudders, emptying his balls once more. His lips are parted in a silent cry this time, stealing the breath from his lungs as his head swims and the second consecutive orgasm is absolutely blinding.
When they both finally slump and come down, he's only vaguely aware that Raylan is undoing the bindings on his hands. But his arms drop to the couch cushions bonelessly. He's desperately trying to breathe, body a trembling mess. He nods, panting heavily.
"Yes." He's more than okay, but he's going to need a minute. Blame all this on not seeing each other for a whole week, but his body has missed Raylan as if it's been much longer. If two back to back orgasms were anything to go by.
Raylan took another long minute to rub at James's back and shoulders, using it half as a distraction to shift and pull his dick out of the man. The other half was general, sensible aftercare. But his arms were starting to shake and he had to move, pushing to straight with a groan before shuffling over to sit on the floor next to James's head. Once he was settled, there was a hand stroking James's head and at least one kiss before Raylan spoke.
"You took that so fuckin' well, darlin'," he praises, voice still husky. "Move when you wanna but if you come down to someplace flat.." He'll hold you and stroke you and let the senses softly flood back in.
And also fetch James whatever he wanted. Glass of water, or whiskey - Raylan felt a little bad for how hard he'd gone. Was that a second orgasm he'd felt and heard? Either way, he wanted to be dutiful.
"Mmn" He manages a soft hum of approval with the gentle fingers through his hair and over his scalp. He kisses the other soft and lazy and smiles drunkenly after with the praise. After a moment he'll slowly push himself up, arms shaking, but he gets up onto his feet long enough to move and slump down next to Raylan just when his knees were giving up with a shudder.
He curls up into Raylan's arms, happily enveloped in his warmth and affection. The pins and needles flood into his arms, wrists a little raw, and ass still throbbing. It hurt to sit but it was a dull, satisfying ache.
"I don't smoke, but damn if I don't feel like having something after a hard ride like that." He chuckles softly, "And some drinks."
They should both have some water but whiskey will not be unwelcome.
Raylan hums as James settles into him, one hand securely set over the man's forearm, while the other rubs gently up and down the curve of his shoulder. As much weight as James needed to shift, Raylan was willing to take.
"Well, we do so happen to have the finest whiskey.. but I can only deliver it if we both promise to get some water down our gullet first." Another kiss was pressed into James's head.
"Think that's the first time I've done somethin' like that," he huffs. "Tyin' someone up for fun instead of work."
Honestly, even if his weight bearing down on his abused ass is a bit dull and achy, the cool touch of the floor on his overheated skin was nice. Doubly so with the gentle caresses of Raylan's fingers over his shoulders and holding him close. He nestles his head in the crook of his neck and shoulder to close his eyes and just breathe him in a moment with another satisfied hum.
"Sounds good." He murmurs, in response to the promise to drink some water first. To his admittance though he'll lift his head.
"Yeah? All those times you made those dirty promises to tie me up and punish me, I thought you'd done it before." He smirks and leans in to kiss him at the corner of his mouth before tipping his lips back to whisper by his ear.
"Well, I loved it. If you couldn't tell." He nuzzles back down into his neck.
"Mmmn, you did so well, Love." He wants to cuddle a little more but the floor is getting uncomfortable now, among other things.
"I should... probably go clean up and we can take this to the bed?" He thinks his knees should be able to handle it... maybe.
"Mm, no, you're just terribly inspiring," he said with a chuckle as he brushes his nose against James's before he met the corner kiss with a hum and a lift of his chin to welcome James in so he could brush his fingers over the man's ear and neck. He'd done well. Raylan couldn't help but feel a little bit of pride over that praise, a warmth in his chest that he knew well from his baseball days, when his team won, when his coach put him out front.
"Good," he said with a heavy braeth and a nod before leaning over to kiss James's head. "You go lay down in bed, unless you think you've got the strength to do it. Let me take care of you. I know how much strain it puts on a shoulder tryin' to reach back there to clean smear."
He wanted to take care of James, to let him rest, to make the rest of his night nothing but lingering in the pleasure that Raylan hoped was vibrating through him.
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When he felt like James was wound up enough to edge towards the hill of climax, Raylan pulled off, the loud Pop, lips a little swollen from his work, chest heaving under labored breath. Pushing to his feet, Raylan reached for him to kiss him roughly again, sharing the salty sweat taste with the twist of his tongue.
The kiss broke this time with a rough sound and Raylan raked his eyes over his lover, grin slipping back on, roguish and a little feral.
"Turn around," he commands, helping James do just that so he can tuck himself up behind the man, hand spreading across his chest as the other sinks down to encircle the base of his cock and teasingly hefting it's weight. "Can't have any cum ruinin' my leather now, so when I bend you over this couch, you're gonna keep those hips rolled back, okay?"
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Properly drunk off his arousal his mouth is easily taken in that kiss, tasting his own precum on his tongue as he parts his lips and allows the other to possessively dominate his mouth. His breaths rasp off his lips when the kiss breaks and he's commanded to turn around. He'll do so with some guidance but is easily swept up into the embrace, curling his back and practically melting into the press of Raylan against him. He nods at the instruction, spreading his stance again in preparation for being bent over the couch. He'll roll his hips back at an angle to rub his ass against Raylan tantalizingly, fingers grasping at what skin they can reach. He'll turn his shoulders slightly, just enough that he can angle his head and chin to try and catch Raylan's lips again.
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Just as stunning as his hands felt across the low, fabric busy part of Raylan's stomach. Yeah, those were going to have to go, and soon.
There was no arguing with that little turn and Raylan hummed again as he met it, fingers coming to dance up that stretch of neck, helping keep James there as his other reached around to help and hold him low across his belly. Breaking the kiss slowly, Raylan grinned, thumb running over James's bottom lip.
"Let me go get somethin' to make things slicker, darlin', you wait right there." With one more kiss, Raylan pulls back and steps around, slapping James's ass as he went. It'd only take him a few seconds to grab a towel and the bottle of oil, a few more to stop and kick off his pants and boxers, before he was striding back out into the living room, cock bobbing eagerly in rhythm with his step.
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He hums softly as that hand skirts up his throat and holds him close, parting his lips when the kiss breaks to capture the tip of that thumb enticingly. He nods again when the other speaks of running to get more items for their play and he kisses him in kind before simply standing, waiting for the next command, patiently but achingly hard. It gives his body a little time to come down a bit to make their play last.
The slap on his ass gets grunted, bitten back moan and he watches Raylan run off to quickly gather up his things or undress. Meanwhile, he's contemplating the couch and if he should go ahead and bend himself over it eagerly. Of course, he's distracted by the cat staring at him, and he frowns softly.
"You're one to judge, you like to just sit on the coffee table out in full view for all to see you licking yourself." She even huffs a little at him, turns up her nose, and wanders off to another part of the apartment.
He follows her and then up to the view of pale legs padding towards him, and the gentle bobbing of that cock as it sways between his thighs. His eyes flick up to that all-too-happy and handsome man and he can't help but to reflect the grin.
"I'm starting to see a pattern here," He turns his arms slightly to move his hands and wrists to indicate them being tied.
"I have rope, you know, lots of it, if you ever decide you want to truss me up completely."
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"We can't let her have all the fun, can we. And as for all this," he says, towel whipping down onto the arm of the couch so that he could reach for James and run a hand down his side and hip, grin pulling as he tugged him in against his hip.
"What can I say. Bein' tied up makes some of the best parts of you flex so nicely," he purred, hand sliding around James's ass as he trails his mouth up James's neck, nipping lightly at that skin. "And I'm gonna take you up on that offer one day. Won't even need to borrow your rope."
Grinning, Raylan steps around James, one hand staying on his skin to smooth over the taunt stomach and chest muscles of his lover, lips ghosting over his shoulder as Raylan comes around to the back.
"Step back and shift over, show me that perfect ass."
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"Good." He huffs with a raspy edge to his voice, feeling the heat rising in his veins as his blood thickens once more with arousal. He rolls his shoulders back to press his chest out into Raylan's fingers as he walks around behind him. Pulse ramping up and belly twisting with anticipation, his cock bobs eagerly.
He does as he's told taking a step back to nudge himself against Raylan's body. He curls his back at first to tip his head so he can look back at him with the most smoldering look he can manage. He'll then slowly bend himself over at the waist, spreading his feet a little and angling his hips back to accentuate that perfect ass Raylan wants to see. He rubs himself teasingly back against the other.
"Like this?" He feigns innocence and glances back at him once more with a smirk.
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"Very good," he praises. One gun callused hand smoothes across the low of James's back and hips, like one might inspect a horse, attentive eyes snapping up to Flint's face with a smirk of his own. He had to wait for the right moment, not too sudden, but not too long, to spank the fleshy curve of his ass, followed swiftly by another spank on his other side. He and his cock wanted to feel the jump and tense of those muscles.
Since it was all about what James didn't see, Raylan sent his hands sliding down his cheeks as Raylan pulls back a fraction, palms moving down the back of James's thighs and calves as he sank down. Raylan nips at his left ass cheek as his hands come back up to collect and massage the fleshy globes, nipping his way in so he could swipe his tongue across James's asshole teasingly.
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He's surprised to feel the other pull back and glances back briefly to see how Raylan kneels down, touch cascading down his thighs as his breath takes on a rasp. The nip gets a soft hiss and a startled "ah" but the massaging is nice. He feels the graze of teeth move steadily inward and that first press of warm, wet, and firm against his hole has him gasping. Raylan can't see it but he's worrying his bottom lip in anticipation.
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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.
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But he's not out of the woods it seems and the spanking to follow has him crying out in both pain and pleasure with each resounding clash of skin on skin. The heat of the sting from each open-palmed slap is deep and vibrant. It shakes him to the core and shudders up his spine. He's pulling away out of instinct but flexing back to try and keep his place. His knees threatened to buckle as his legs shake, fighting to keep himself balanced on the arm of the couch without the use of his arms, or not completely melt into an aroused heap. His cock his hard and bobbing, leaking precum in slow drops.
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"First world we get too where I can buy a sex swing, a cock ring, and several dildos, I'm gonna. A buncha toys to work us both out. How do you feel about that?"
The collapse was what Raylan was pushing for, the reason for the couch and the few pillows that had been tugged Flint's way at the start, giving him something to drop his chest onto if he needed to. And Raylan intended on making him need to.
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"Yes," He huffs, "Please," he can't work out much more in the way of words with his head swimming as it is, drunk on the pain, the pleasure, and his heady arousal. He doesn't really know what some of those things are, but the idea of learning and experiencing them, of taking each other apart was something he wanted to enjoy together.
His knees are quaking as the other touches him and he's struggling with the desire for more, and the want to be fucked. Eventually, he'll give in and slowly sink down onto the couch, and onto his knees, so he's still bent over the cushions.
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Diverting over to the coffee table and back again, done inside three of his miles long strides, gets Raylan the oil. The cap opening was loud in the room, and Raylan hums as he carefully drizzles a stream of it across James's ass, lingering in his seam for a few seconds longer and catching it all with his fingers. He smeared and spread, two fingers teasingly pushing at the tight ring of muscle until he was pushing into James's depths, scissoring them gently to help work some of the slickness inside the man. Once he'd set the bottle down next to him on the floor, he could use his free hand to spread and work the oil into James's cheeks with a rough grip into the welts as his fingers start to thrust and hunt for that little nugget of pleasure in there.
"You know what a cockring is, darlin'? A bit of something around that beautiful dick of yours, somethin' to keep you hard and keep you from cummin' too soon. I could work you out for hours again, milk you dry and then empty myself down your throat."
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"Nnh-No." He huffs, breaths rasping and fingers flexing at his back where they're tied and resting on his spine. He could probably use that cockring right about now. He's afraid he'll come the moment Raylan sinks into him with how absolutely worked up and aroused he is. He pants softly as he's finger fucked, head swimming with the imagery Raylan's painting for him and another tap-rub on his prostate has some precum dripping from him onto the floor, pulling another moan out of his chest. He's doing his best to keep his ass angled back.
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"I love the way you sound," Raylan says, cock bouncing, hungry to bury inside of James's clutch. But he was much a masochist as a sadist, and he wanted to earn a few more of those sweet sounds before he gave way to his own carnal needs.
Two fingers turns into three, stretching Flint more properly to the size that would be working into him, but as soon as Raylan got those few sounds, he was shifting to stand behind Flint and lining himself up with the ring of flesh.
"This what you want baby?"
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There's a soft shudder when his hand is removed and he pants heavily trying to force his arousal down, cock bobbing still wet with precum. He shifts his weight a little and rocks his ass back as soon as he feels the head of Raylan's cock press to his entrance teasingly.
"Yah-Yes." He begs breathlessly, "Please" comes out in a near whine for more. He's so painfully aroused and wants to feel the other buried in him, fucking him till he sees stars.
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He'd warned James, he was a greedy man.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he growls, hands shifting to smooth up Flint's forearms, only to come back down and grab at his bound hands, using that as leverage to pound into him harder. It didn't matter if anyone could hear them or if Misty and Sweeney were planning their next fuck fest to counteract the noises being made. All that mattered was making James gaspmoan his name and making the man come undone before Raylan chased his own ends.
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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.
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He shudders out a half growled, short chuckle of sex snarled approval at the way Flint was sounding off and going wild, the way he shouted his name - god help anyone within earshot in the hall - and it's followed quickly by a gasp and a groan as Flint bears down on him. "Fuck, baby," he swears, rolling himself in with each stroke. When he felt James was through the peak and valley, Raylan pushes him forward again, leaning into the thrust as he moves for his own ends.
They were chased just as hard as James, one hand planting in the middle of the man's back as Raylan pounds, and its a whole few minutes later before Raylan's thusts start shuddering before slamming in hard with his moans above the pirate. Body demanding at least three more thrusts before stopping, Raylan sags a little, off hand staying propped on the couch as he tries to catch his breath.
The hand removed from James's back goes to work, plucking and tugging the belt free so James's arms could fall, letting him smooth a hand up the sculpted scene before him. "You okay?" he pants heavily, with a soft tone.
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His prostate is being absolutely destroyed along with his ass and he can't help the cries that follow. His wrists and fingers twist against the belts as he wants to just hold on for dear life but can't. He feels that tight wind of pleasure in his belly rise fast again.
"Hah-Fuck oh fuck!" His spine curls, hips rolling up into the punishing angle of Raylan's cock as the other finally starts to reach his own end. The moment the other spills into him, splashing white-hot, he's seeing stars again and his body shudders, emptying his balls once more. His lips are parted in a silent cry this time, stealing the breath from his lungs as his head swims and the second consecutive orgasm is absolutely blinding.
When they both finally slump and come down, he's only vaguely aware that Raylan is undoing the bindings on his hands. But his arms drop to the couch cushions bonelessly. He's desperately trying to breathe, body a trembling mess. He nods, panting heavily.
"Yes." He's more than okay, but he's going to need a minute. Blame all this on not seeing each other for a whole week, but his body has missed Raylan as if it's been much longer. If two back to back orgasms were anything to go by.
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"You took that so fuckin' well, darlin'," he praises, voice still husky. "Move when you wanna but if you come down to someplace flat.." He'll hold you and stroke you and let the senses softly flood back in.
And also fetch James whatever he wanted. Glass of water, or whiskey - Raylan felt a little bad for how hard he'd gone. Was that a second orgasm he'd felt and heard? Either way, he wanted to be dutiful.
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He curls up into Raylan's arms, happily enveloped in his warmth and affection. The pins and needles flood into his arms, wrists a little raw, and ass still throbbing. It hurt to sit but it was a dull, satisfying ache.
"I don't smoke, but damn if I don't feel like having something after a hard ride like that." He chuckles softly, "And some drinks."
They should both have some water but whiskey will not be unwelcome.
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"Well, we do so happen to have the finest whiskey.. but I can only deliver it if we both promise to get some water down our gullet first." Another kiss was pressed into James's head.
"Think that's the first time I've done somethin' like that," he huffs. "Tyin' someone up for fun instead of work."
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"Sounds good." He murmurs, in response to the promise to drink some water first. To his admittance though he'll lift his head.
"Yeah? All those times you made those dirty promises to tie me up and punish me, I thought you'd done it before." He smirks and leans in to kiss him at the corner of his mouth before tipping his lips back to whisper by his ear.
"Well, I loved it. If you couldn't tell." He nuzzles back down into his neck.
"Mmmn, you did so well, Love." He wants to cuddle a little more but the floor is getting uncomfortable now, among other things.
"I should... probably go clean up and we can take this to the bed?" He thinks his knees should be able to handle it... maybe.
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"Good," he said with a heavy braeth and a nod before leaning over to kiss James's head. "You go lay down in bed, unless you think you've got the strength to do it. Let me take care of you. I know how much strain it puts on a shoulder tryin' to reach back there to clean smear."
He wanted to take care of James, to let him rest, to make the rest of his night nothing but lingering in the pleasure that Raylan hoped was vibrating through him.
"I promise whiskey and everythin'."
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Do we wanna let this one go?