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.
"Mmmhm, okay." He hums a lazy agreement, tipping his head once more to place a kiss at the underside edge of Raylan's jaw. He'll slowly, carefully move, less for the stiffness slowly making it's way into his body and more for the dizzy-high of the lingering euphoria and adrenalin he's still feeling. He pushes himself up, wobbling a little as he walks, knees still a little unsteady but not enough that it might cause concern for Raylan. And yes, an obvious hitch to his step. He just looks a little drunk. Or like he forgot how to walk on land for a hot second.
He'll make it far enough to gather up a clean cloth to wipe up his front before the exhaustion in his limbs is too much. He'll pad back into the bedroom to just sort of flop, belly down onto the bed. He'll pull a pillow up under his cheek and sigh, contentedly. Waiting patiently for the other to join him and pamper him.
Raylan got up more quickly than James, hands gently offering support with a soft, ready touch until James bats him away to his tasks. Don't think he doesn't have both ears tilted towards the bedroom. But he does break off into the kitchen to grab a few things.
Not only did he come back into the room with water glasses, and a bottle of whiskey tucked under his arm, he came bearing a plate of butter bread and small stack of slices of cheese. No meats, no fruit, but those were in short supply for snacking needs anyway.
"Water first," he instructs, holding out the glasses pinched in his fingers for James to take one so he can offload everything else onto the side table. "I dunno if you're.. hungry or. If not, that's fine."
Flint pries open one eye as Raylan comes into the room and hovers nearby to hold out a glass of water for him. He grumbles and groans as he pushes himself up and leans slightly on one hip as he reaches for the glass and takes it carefully. But the moment he tips the glass to his lips and the water touches his tongue he'll drink it down as if he'd been stranded in the desert for a week.
"Mn, not yet, but I'm sure I'll get peckish eventually." Raylan can still dote on him until then, he'd only managed to hit the toilet and clean his front.
With his hands free, he recollect the empty water glass and replace it with a few fingers of whiskey before trading the glass bottle for the plastic one. It's tossed onto the bed next to James with a smile as Raylan comes around. A stop into the bathroom to get a washcloth and get it damp with warm water later and Raylan was crawling up onto the bed with him, flopping down on his side, head propped up by his hand.
"If we were anyplace really civilized, I'd order us room service or take out. Nothin' like chow mein or an oddly timed breakfast to put some fuel back into the tank." The cloth starts on the tops of the back of his thighs, wiping away oil and spill as he spoke.
"But I'm not mad at what we got. Lotta people could learn to live on a little less." Him? He was just happy to be right here, right now.
Once done he'll gladly take the whiskey and sip it, reaching to set the cup down on the bedside table to pace himself a bit. He'll settle in once more when Raylan returns with a washcloth and makes himself comfortable by his side. He lays back on his stomach and rests his head on the pillow watching his lover fondly and spreading his thighs a little to let him work. There's a low hum at the soft attentions.
"Mmn, we're all a bit spoiled." He sighs, "You spoil me as well."
Glancing up from his work, Raylan lifts his eyebrows playfully. "I was raised as a gentleman, and while you're no lady, you deserve just as much, if not more." He bends down and presses a kiss to James's chest, then another, then another, working hand dipping into crevasses and the curve of where ass met thigh to make sure it was clean before tossing the cloth away with not even a glance to where it had been tossed.
Raylan lays his hand down as a cushion for his chin as he looks up at James.
"I got a feelin' this isn't gonna be the last time we do this. I want you to feel good about it. I want you to feel good. Taken care of." He wants to take care of James.
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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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He'll make it far enough to gather up a clean cloth to wipe up his front before the exhaustion in his limbs is too much. He'll pad back into the bedroom to just sort of flop, belly down onto the bed. He'll pull a pillow up under his cheek and sigh, contentedly. Waiting patiently for the other to join him and pamper him.
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Not only did he come back into the room with water glasses, and a bottle of whiskey tucked under his arm, he came bearing a plate of butter bread and small stack of slices of cheese. No meats, no fruit, but those were in short supply for snacking needs anyway.
"Water first," he instructs, holding out the glasses pinched in his fingers for James to take one so he can offload everything else onto the side table. "I dunno if you're.. hungry or. If not, that's fine."
Okay, he was definitely a little new at this.
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"Mn, not yet, but I'm sure I'll get peckish eventually." Raylan can still dote on him until then, he'd only managed to hit the toilet and clean his front.
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"If we were anyplace really civilized, I'd order us room service or take out. Nothin' like chow mein or an oddly timed breakfast to put some fuel back into the tank." The cloth starts on the tops of the back of his thighs, wiping away oil and spill as he spoke.
"But I'm not mad at what we got. Lotta people could learn to live on a little less." Him? He was just happy to be right here, right now.
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"Mmn, we're all a bit spoiled." He sighs, "You spoil me as well."
Do we wanna let this one go?
Raylan lays his hand down as a cushion for his chin as he looks up at James.
"I got a feelin' this isn't gonna be the last time we do this. I want you to feel good about it. I want you to feel good. Taken care of." He wants to take care of James.