"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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"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.