[ Tim's brain was experiencing a short circuit of sorts.
On the one hand he was a healthy, red blooded male and there was a hot, clever mouth heading towards his dick. Said body part was pressing painfully at the back of his zipper, ready to stand at needy attention. Hello, Sir!
At the same time he was feeling a sense of insecurity that Raylan might be offering oral out of a sense of obligation. Maybe as a result of the situation with John, or any number of absolutely irrational fears that Tim's brain could cook up. There was a sort of disbelief that something he'd fantasized about for so long was actually happening. Tim's jaded psyche was looking for the catch.
In his experience, straight (or even 'experimenting') men were not big fans of having another man's dick in their mouth.
Then that hot mouth was touching him, though the cotton of his boxers were stretched taut between lips and dick, and Tim couldn't do anything more than arch upwards, babbling Raylan's name over and over. ]
Raylan, Ra.. Raylan!
[ The fingers in salt and pepper hand, gripped tight, stiff as if struggling between wanting to push Raylan's mouth closer, and wanting to pull him away. Conflict and desire had Tim moaning and whimpering as he wriggled. ]
[Raylan's fingers continued to work, carefully tugging down that zipper while his mouth otherwise keeps Tim's dick from jumping out into any teeth as he hums a note against the taunt cloth covered skin at the sudden fisting of his hair.
He did so love to hear his name spoken like that, to hear Tim saying his name with that half restrained need, but he sensed a fraction of panic in it that he assumed was because Tim never thought in his wildest dreams that Raylan would be down here nosing around in his literal business.]
Tim, [he starts, dark, lustful and serious eyes coming back up to the pleasure twisted face above him, long fingers sliding under Tim's waistbands to start to tug them down.] I wanna taste you. I wanna put you back on that edge where you're shivering under my attentions.
[If Tim would lift his hips the fraction needed, letting Raylan pull the fabric down enough to free Tim's length, he would glance at it before flashing a devilish smile up at his partner.]
You shoulda let me tell you about collage, [he teased, licking up Tim's cock like it was an ice cream cone before catching him in his mouth and swallowing him down halfway.
Okay, it had been.. A ridiculous amount of time and Raylan wasn't the best at this but he knew what he liked and this was just like riding a bike, right?]
[ Raylan was absolutely correct in his assumption. Tim had fantasized, often, of getting down on his knees and sucking his partner's dick, but he hadn't dared allowed himself to even imagine that Raylan would return the favor. Oh there was enough whispering around the water cooler that Tim knew the older marshal had a bit of a reputation for going above and beyond the call at pleasing his lady friends with oral, but it could get so messy when it was man on man.
The bullshit dominance thing, not gay to get sucked but gay to suck perspective that Tim was painfully aware ran through the hillbilly crowd. It was just easier to imagine his own lips split wide around Raylan's cock, quite a bit like how it had been around Istak's that one night.
But not only was Raylan down there, nosing around and touching with generous attentiveness, he was speaking those rich and throaty words. Just being told such things caused Tim's dick to jump a little behind taut cloth as the younger man whined deep in his throat and struggled now to push his hips upwards in a begging motion. ]
Christ, Raylan. The mouth on youuuuhooo, OH! [ He barely got the words out before that hot mouth was on him and Tim cried out a stuttered noise that could have been Raylan's name, or just the garbled sound of his brain short circuiting. His fingers twisted in dark hair -sorry partner- as the sniper simultaneously struggled with the need to thrust up, and being polite about the situation.
Raylan was still going to earn himself a couple beads of salty pre-cum, Tim couldn't stop his body's very positive response to being half swallowed. They said sex had a strong mental component, and it was true that the fact that Raylan Given's was down between his legs, swallowing him down had a lot to do with Tim's response. But those old lessons from collage should not be discounted! ]
[Raylan soaked up Tim's reaction like a dry sponge in a pond, cock throbbing more freely in his pants than it would if he were wearing denim - a valid argument to a change that he ultimately, wouldn't make - and inhaled sharply at the fisting in his hair. The extra suction turned into a hum as Raylan worked his mouth up and down a little, slicking his lips with his own spit as he prepared to take Tim fully down.
The sniper wasn't wrong - that idea was heavily prevalent in Raylan's upbringing, but this was where collage came in. He'd never been great at taking a shot in the mouth without feeling an inordinate amount of shame for it afterwards, but the satisfaction of his partners swearing and writhing under the power of his mouth was something that he had long enjoyed. The pain of the tight fist in his hair was just a bonus.
Raylan swirled his tongue around Tim's plump tip on the upstroke, finally burying the man's length into the back of his throat. He couldn't take an aggressive throat fucking yet but Tim could use that handle he had a bit. Humming again at another sink of hot flesh in his throat, Raylan sent his hands spreading across Tim's torso, fingers dancing up his chest to toy with one nipple lightly and teasingly.
His aim wasn't to make Tim cum, but rather to get him near onto the edge of it and stop before the painfully critical moment, using the lift and struggle of Tim's muscles in their conflicting commands to determine when he should pull back suddenly, messily and with reddened lips that split easily into a grin. ]
[ Give credit where credit is due. Raylan has a delicious mouth and he knew how to use it.
Tim did try to be polite to the men who sucked him off, and he'd never shot down someone's throat without express invitation. Even then he'd been reluctant depending upon the situation. He wasn't about to let himself pop off in Raylan's mouth, risk freaking the older man out or otherwise ruining this situation, but he was struggling to hold back.
It showed not only in the way he wriggled on the couch cushions, the sharp inhale of his breath and near desperate whines, but also in the fine sheen of sweat that broke out over his body. Teeth clenched together, well defined musculature was on display as Tim struggled against the urges of his own body, hand forcefully removed from Raylan's hair, least he snatch the older man bald.
Tim gasped a moan of almost relief when Raylan drew off him and cool air shocked hot, moist skin, allowing the sniper to literally -and figuratively- cool off. ]
Goddam, Raylan. [ He groaned. ] Way to make a man feel like a horny teenager again.
[ Tim knew he had impressive stamina, normally speaking. But nothing about this encounter was normal for the younger marshal. Not only was there the thrill of physical pleasure, but there was the who he was enjoying that pleasure with. Raylan could have sat beside him, petting his hair back and Tim would have still be ready to bust a nut. ]
[Chuckling, Raylan crawls halfway up Tim's frame, lowering himself down to pepper kisses up as the rest of his weight comes down until Tim's cock was pressed safely against Raylan's stomach, safe from the roughness of his pants and buttons.]
There's no small car and dark hidden spot tucked behind some tree in a holler, but at least we ain't gotta worry about the cops knockin' on our window, [He purrs with a grin as he bends down to kiss Tim's shoulder again.]
Much more room for us to stretch out too. I should probably ask before we get too much further.. You got anythin' to.. make things smoother? I don't wanna hurt you..
[ Wriggling happily beneath his partner's solid weight, Tim reached between them to help align his aching prick up against the warmth of Raylan's belly. It was hard to keep his hips still and not rock into the delicious friction offered by the tickle of the older man's happy trail, but the kiss to his shoulder was a good distraction. ]
How about. [ He began, pausing for a happy sigh as that clever mouth move over sensitive skin. ] We retire to the bedroom? Got some lube in the nightstand beside my bed and even more room on the mattress.
[ Stroking his hands down over the sleek lines of Raylan's shoulders and back, Tim caught his index fingers in his partner's belt hoops and gave them a gentle tug. ]
Give you the opportunity to stand up and get out of these damn pants. [ Tim could appreciate a nice strip tease, but it would have to be another time. Just the thought of having Raylan fuck him was causing the younger man to leak excitement along the taut lines of Raylan's abdomen. ] I know I should savor the moment, but fuck, Raylan ... I want you inside me.
[The gentle tug only made Raylan lift and press his hips and his erection into the high of Tim's thigh as he hums in agreement against the snipers skin, lips curling anew at the admission. The soft mistchief played over his face and his dark eyes as he smiles stupidly, cock twitching against him at the words.]
We got all the time in the world for savorin', darlin'. As many nights and days as you want, [he promises, weight shifting back down as he takes the retreat with a new line of peppered kisses down Tim's torso before he finally does pull back and onto his knees. He reaches down to adjust himself, ignoring the wetspot of his own precum in his pants or the smear of it on his stomach, as he shifts to his feet and holds out a hand to Tim.]
I've been thinkin' about takin' you to bed since you woke me up in the Flotilla. Woulda taken you that night, if you'd have let me. [And there was no time like the present to make up for the missed opportunity.] No more jackin' off in the shower for either of us.
[ As Raylan straightened up Tim was left sprawled on his back, legs canted outwards as wide as he could manage given how his own trousers were tangled around his ankles. Blue eyes, pupils blown wide with lust drank in the view as the older man stood, lingering on the way the front of his loose slacks were tented. He couldn't help the sneak lick of his lips, almost salivating with the desire to lung forward and suck at that wet mark. ]
Time, all the ... [ He stammered a little as he swallowed spit and moved to finally kick free of all his clothing and take Raylan's hand, getting to his feet.
Standing up, Tim ignored the way his cock bounced lewdly in front of him as he grinned wickedly up at the older man. ]
Speak for yourself. My right hand has been busier than it was when I was fifteen since we got back. [ Raylan just looked over and smiled at him and -knowing that the smile was meant for him- Tim ended up with a semi.
For now he traced his fingers over the soft sheen of rapidly drying cum he'd left on Raylan's stomach, as he stepped past him and towards the bedroom. Glancing over his shoulder, Tim slid the fingers into his mouth and sucked lewdly at the combined flavor of his own cum and Raylan's skin. ]
[Raylan wasn't shy about the way he looked over Tim all spread out on the couch until he moved either and there was the passing thought of burning Tim's pants so he had to walk around wearing less just on general purpose.
They'd changed together before, in the locker room at work and Raylan had gotten his eyeful on Istak's little boat, but this was different. He'd been given the permission to look, the permission to admire and Tim was working with a lot more than he had bothered to let himself notice back home. The way Tim looked over his shoulder and licked his fingers might as well have been a string wrapped around Raylan's cock, tugging him forward at his base with the overwhelming need to see Tim's smart assed mouth twisted in pleasure and moaning his name again.
He hummed out a soft growl of want as he follows, kicking off his shoes and sheading his pants on the way, leaving a literal trail towards the bedroom to match the shirt chaos of the living room.
It was nice to be able to leave the door open, confident in the lock that he'd hit when he closed it behind him, and Raylan didn't hesitate about stepping into Tim's space, hands sliding around his naked waist and down to Tim's ass as his eyes rake down Tim's chest and land on their cocks, bumping and weeping together. He looks back up under his eyebrows at his partner, lips curled devilishly.]
I wouldn't mind watchin' that show. I hope you ain't got anywhere else to be for the rest of the afternoon. I wanna wring you out the way you wrung him out. Hauntin' the poor man and his cock for days afterwards.
[ Back home Tim never went out of his way to call attention to himself. He was a sniper, he was the back-up and the more he flew under the radar the safer it was for him and for his partner. Whether he was out with Raylan, Rachel, Nelson or Art. Around the office he was used to keeping that low profile, leaving his office mates to draw the eye and happy with that arrangement.
Perhaps it might seem a bit odd then, for Raylan, to find that the young marshal actually enjoyed being the center of a man's rapt attention. Tim preened a little, moving his ass and torso in a way that showed off his best assets to full effect and smiling with an almost boyish come hither gleam in his eyes. So often Tim had to be an adult, the dominant partner that he rarely got to be coy but in the right circumstances it was obviously a role he enjoyed playing. ]
Not planning to be anywhere but right here the rest of the night. [ He promised as he turned and stepped into Raylan's arms. Perhaps there should be some awkwardness, given the crush situation and everything that had gone on between them but when Raylan reached, Tim moved eagerly to him. Sliding his own hands up along the older man's smoother chest, he teased dusky nipples with a light tattoo of his fingertips, leaning forward to kiss his partner on the sternum. ] Even have supplies for dinner in so I can keep you well fed.
[ Giving his partner a cheeky wink, Tim indulged in the simple gesture of stroking his palms down and back up. His touch was reverent, as if he were touching something infinitely precious even as a mischievous glint twinkled in dark eyes. ]
Going to put me on my back, or would you like me to provide you with an instruction cheat sheet for this whole 'Slot C' thing? [ Yes, in fact he was seeking to wind the older man up a little, playfully inviting some of the aggression he could feel just under the surface of his hands. Tim got a sense that Raylan genuinely did not want to hurt him and was -perhaps- restraining himself more so than either of them really wanted, or needed out of cautious habit. ]
[It was definitely a side of Tim that he wasn't used to seeing but he wore it well and Raylan wanted to encourage all the things that Tim hadn't gotten to do or enjoy or experience. Tim spent too much time in the backdrop, in the bushes. He deserved some devoted attention and Raylan enjoyed the show, the confidence of it all.
He hummed with an exhale at the slide of Tim's hands, the warmth that trailed in their wake all making its way right to Raylan's lower stomach, coiling there with the rest of the nerve firing pressure. The teasing touch across his nipple had him pulling in a breath through his nose.]
Food is the last thing on my mind right now, [he purrs out.
Tim wasn't far off in his assumption. Raylan knew he was no china doll, needed no kid gloves but he didn't want to ruin whatever kind of idea Tim had about their first time by being.. well, bullish and himself.
But Tim's sarcastic question earned an instant grin, an instant, ready jump to the soft challenged issued and Raylan scooped him up by his ass, walking him around to the side and hefting Tim onto the bed with his own lean frame following a heart beat after.]
I do anythin' you don't like, tell me, okay? And tell me where the lube is because I've been thinkin' about spreadin' you out in front of me or pinnin' you against a wall in the shower since Christmas.
[And he was tired of waiting and tormenting himself with something he thought would never materialize.]
[ Tim's chuckle was throaty and very pleased with himself when his attempt to nudge Raylan towards a bit of manhandling bore fruit. As capable and independent as the sniper was, he had a definite thing for men who could manhandle him.
Men who he could trust manhandle him.
Landing into the comfortable expanse of his bed the younger marshal sprawled artfully against the neatly made bedsheets. Dark blue eyes were shameless in the way they trailed up and down the long, lean body moving overtop and Tim indulged in one of his favorite tells; licking his lips. Tilting his head back he reached up to a small shelf that was inset into the wood that framed the bed -making it like a nest- and pulled down a tube which he tossed towards Raylan. ]
My right hand and I have been busy since you arrived. [ He shared as a way to explain how light the tube might feel. Speaking of that right hand, Tim slowly brushed his fingers down across his abdomen, the way a man often did when gearing up for a good wank, his fingers stretching to wrap around his hard cock.
He pumped his shaft with shameless delight, wringing a couple beads of pre-cum out of the tip as he enjoyed the view. Perhaps something in the way he smiled, the way he watched, might suggest that Tim had allowed himself this moment as a fantasy (Raylan reared above him, between his spread legs, eager to fuck him) more than a few times. ]
Not much I don't enjoy, Raylan. Even less I haven't imagined doing with you at least once or twice in the past five years.
[The bottle hit his arm and fell and Raylan chuckled as he shifted his weight a little so he could pull it up and heft it, curling a lustily amused look over at Tim. Pulling back onto his hunches, Raylan pops the top and doles out some onto his fingers as he watches Tim stroke himself. God he was hot.]
You're gonna have to detail those out sometime, [he says, bending and scooting himself down to kiss and nip at Tim's thigh as his fingers stroke up a slick streak of lube across Tim's hole, fingers stopping to circle and testingly press into Tim's heat as dark eyes watched his lover's face.]
'Cause I wonder how many cross over with mine the past month or so. Like you milkin' me like you did him.
[It felt rude somehow, to just 'barge right in' without giving Tim's body a warning and a warm up before dealing with the amount of spread Raylan wanted to bestow upon him.
And Istak had really enjoyed his night with the sniper, even if he didn't get to fuck him.]
[ Tim hadn't been lying when he'd told Istak that he didn't get on his back all that often. He'd bottomed now and then and he enjoyed the physical pleasure to be found in that position, but he rarely trusted a man, or wanted a man badly enough to be that vulnerable with them. If that particular itch needed scratched? Well he had a nice collection of toys back home with which to do it himself.
Being watched by those hot, dark eyes just encouraged Tim to wriggle shamelessly, a picture of wanton abandon. The nip to slim thighs earned Raylan a jerk of those lean limbs and another healthy bead of precum from the rosy, swollen tip peeking out above Tim's strangle hold on himself. ]
That is one of my favorite things to do with a lover. [ The sniper confirmed between breathy pants. ] But think I'd like to wait till we have a day all to ourselves. So I can rile you up and then enjoy you getting hot and horny every hour. [ Tim knew about the side effects of a good milking, though he had never hung around long enough to enjoy the spoils.
With Raylan however...
Reaching down Tim hooked one knee over his arm, drawing his thigh back to his chest as he set his other foot flat on the mattress as he spread himself open and vulnerable for Raylan. ]
Stop dawdling. [ He purred. ] I've waited six years for you, cowboy.
[Raylan was wasting no time, fingers sinking into Tim a little more with each wiggle and encouraging breath from above until two were sinking in with ease to spread and work his hole. He grins against Tim's skin before the leg is pulled away and up, a playful chasing nip Raylan's good bye to it for now.
As Tim spreads, Raylan straightens, cock bobbing swollen and eager between his lean legs as he scoops up the lube bottle again to dole out another healthy dollap to smear and stroke himself, pulling back his foreskin to give Tim a show of exactly what was coming to him before he shifts forwards, left hand picking up Tim's flat footed leg to help bend him. ]
Six years, huh? [he asks, rubbing his tip almost threatening to intrude.] Then I better make it good.
[With an impish grin, dark eyes locked onto Tim's dark blues, Raylan pushes his hips forwards, slowly sinking past that ring of slick resistance into a clutch of heat that made him moan. He was forced to pull back a little, to spread the lube so he could be allowed to see just how much of him he could fit into the sniper before he had to again.
He didn't have to, balls coming to settle warm against Tim's ass. Already he was drawing a heavier needy breath, he wanted to watch the symphony on Tim's face as he starts moving, slow on the back draw, but firm in his resettling back into his place.]
I want you to cum without touchin' yourself. Wanna see you come undone the same way you watched me.
I have no doubts. [ Tim purred as he rocked his hips into clever fingers, groaning out low breaths as the sweet burn filled his senses. Raylan might have quite a wide reputation but one constant had always been his skills in bed.
The teasing glimpse of the older man's ready cock earned Raylan more eager leakage from the younger man, as Tim wriggled and tried to grab and encourage his lover. Low growls of 'stop teasing' hissed through teeth that were almost bared with feral need, a demanding glare that gave way to a softening of his expression as Raylan moved above and within him. ]
Christ yes, [ The sniper gasped out, head arching on the pillow as his lips parted, tongue against his lower lip and face slack with delight. His body was tight and still a little resistant to the first couple of thrusts, but Tim exhaled a long breath, coaxing himself to relax and ride Raylan's initial rhythmn.
Within a few give and take tests the sniper found the right counter roll of his hips to help bring them together with a hard slap of flesh against flesh, flexing internal walls to grip Raylan tightly on the back swing. Reaching with one hand, Tim curled his fingers into salt and pepper hair and yanked -none to gently- until he could bring Raylan's mouth down atop his own. His other hand scrabbled until he could link their fingers -the way they sometimes did discreetly in public- drawing his arm back so that Raylan had the younger marshal's hand pinned up on the pillow by his head.
Cumming without touching himself was not going to be a problem. There were years of fantasy, of self-pleasure and mental desire pent up in the younger man. He had been fucked by Raylan Givens, in his sleep, in the shower, in a lonely bed late at night, that Tim was having a hard time not embarrassing himself by popping off like school boy now that he was actually under the older man. ]
[ It was like a drug, the instant validation of Tim's lewd prayer of relief, the way he breathed as he rolled back into the bed. The way he wanted Raylan and the way his body seemed to hold tighter onto his root - objectively, it had likely just been a good while but Raylan's brain refused to accept anything that wasn't riding on the raw sexual nerve that was being stroked.
Already having declared his opinion on hands in his hair, Raylan angled forwards slightly to put himself in Tim's reach, unaware of the sharp tug that followed that got a sharp throaty sound as he was pulled forwards, hips slamming almost punishingly hard into Tim with the surprise of it all. He half moaned on his exhale as their lips met, messy and hungry, teeth clicking softly together in the haste of it. Long fingers wrap with Tim's as it's pulled above and Raylan has no issue applying that granted control with a press of their hands into the pillow.
His hips stuttered back to movement as Raylan separated them from the kiss but kept their faces close, free hand ran up Tim's side to grip at his hip. He wanted to enjoy every breath, every sound, every blanking of Tim's mind as he starts fucking him harder and after a few seconds, the same off hand would slide up Tim's arm to grab his wrist. If allowed without losing any of his hair, he'd pin Tim's hand down like it's mate and kiss the man roughly again.
They weren't going anywhere for the rest of the night.]
[ Raylan might have a hard time putting faith in the idea of how desperately he was wanted by the young sniper. Given his track record with the women who had used and discarded him it was understandable. All Tim could do was be as open and honest as possible with the older man, and as they moved together Tim found a wall, he hadn't known existed within himself, starting to melt away.
Tim had never been in situations, sexual or otherwise, where softness and vulnerability were encouraged. People had always wanted him to be hard and competent, from the Army to the Marshal Service, to the men who gravitated to his natural top energy. Somewhere along the way Tim had lost the chance to open up as a young man, tender and vulnerable, soft with another man and willing to take that man's lead.
When Raylan reached for his other hand, long fingers untangled from salt and pepper hair. Tim didn't resist when the older man moved their clasped hands down onto the pillow. Nor did he chase clever lips with anxious kisses, or close his eyes as Raylan's face moved so closely above his own.
Rather, the sniper's expression smoothed out and softened to something open and tender that he'd never shown before. Even when he had been breaking down, allowing Raylan to hold him through the night. This was private, intimate in a way that coiled around the raw act being performed by their bodies. Shyness peeked through, though it didn't keep Tim from leaning up and lightly brushing his nose against Raylan's. A sweet gesture, followed by a soft kiss and whispered words. ]
[It was that track record that had him stepping and speaking so carefully with Tim, half fearful that for all the six years that Tim had been daydreaming about him, that he would find the real life product disappointing in some way or wake up one morning and realize he was tying himself to an old and difficult man. But right now, that didn't matter - he was wrapped around someone who wanted him there.
There was a contrast he wasn't used to here; the rough to mix with the tender. It had always been one or the other but he wasn't without ability to adapt, face softening away from such deep intensity as he started to figure things out. Something about the simplicity of 'Hello you' made him smile crookedly, hips settling hard against Tim's ass as he took half a second to enjoy the nuzzle and the softness while he was pinning Tim to the bed and railing him like it was his job.]
Hello darlin'. I'd ask if you cum here often, but no matter the answer, I think we can do better. [ His smile pulled into a devilish grin as he rolled his hips.
You're making it awfully hard not to love you, Tim Gutterson.]
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On the one hand he was a healthy, red blooded male and there was a hot, clever mouth heading towards his dick. Said body part was pressing painfully at the back of his zipper, ready to stand at needy attention. Hello, Sir!
At the same time he was feeling a sense of insecurity that Raylan might be offering oral out of a sense of obligation. Maybe as a result of the situation with John, or any number of absolutely irrational fears that Tim's brain could cook up. There was a sort of disbelief that something he'd fantasized about for so long was actually happening. Tim's jaded psyche was looking for the catch.
In his experience, straight (or even 'experimenting') men were not big fans of having another man's dick in their mouth.
Then that hot mouth was touching him, though the cotton of his boxers were stretched taut between lips and dick, and Tim couldn't do anything more than arch upwards, babbling Raylan's name over and over. ]
Raylan, Ra.. Raylan!
[ The fingers in salt and pepper hand, gripped tight, stiff as if struggling between wanting to push Raylan's mouth closer, and wanting to pull him away. Conflict and desire had Tim moaning and whimpering as he wriggled. ]
Do ... is this ... don'tdowhatyoudon'twanttodo.
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He did so love to hear his name spoken like that, to hear Tim saying his name with that half restrained need, but he sensed a fraction of panic in it that he assumed was because Tim never thought in his wildest dreams that Raylan would be down here nosing around in his literal business.]
Tim, [he starts, dark, lustful and serious eyes coming back up to the pleasure twisted face above him, long fingers sliding under Tim's waistbands to start to tug them down.] I wanna taste you. I wanna put you back on that edge where you're shivering under my attentions.
[If Tim would lift his hips the fraction needed, letting Raylan pull the fabric down enough to free Tim's length, he would glance at it before flashing a devilish smile up at his partner.]
You shoulda let me tell you about collage, [he teased, licking up Tim's cock like it was an ice cream cone before catching him in his mouth and swallowing him down halfway.
Okay, it had been.. A ridiculous amount of time and Raylan wasn't the best at this but he knew what he liked and this was just like riding a bike, right?]
cw: homophobia
The bullshit dominance thing, not gay to get sucked but gay to suck perspective that Tim was painfully aware ran through the hillbilly crowd. It was just easier to imagine his own lips split wide around Raylan's cock, quite a bit like how it had been around Istak's that one night.
But not only was Raylan down there, nosing around and touching with generous attentiveness, he was speaking those rich and throaty words. Just being told such things caused Tim's dick to jump a little behind taut cloth as the younger man whined deep in his throat and struggled now to push his hips upwards in a begging motion. ]
Christ, Raylan. The mouth on youuuuhooo, OH! [ He barely got the words out before that hot mouth was on him and Tim cried out a stuttered noise that could have been Raylan's name, or just the garbled sound of his brain short circuiting. His fingers twisted in dark hair -sorry partner- as the sniper simultaneously struggled with the need to thrust up, and being polite about the situation.
Raylan was still going to earn himself a couple beads of salty pre-cum, Tim couldn't stop his body's very positive response to being half swallowed. They said sex had a strong mental component, and it was true that the fact that Raylan Given's was down between his legs, swallowing him down had a lot to do with Tim's response. But those old lessons from collage should not be discounted! ]
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The sniper wasn't wrong - that idea was heavily prevalent in Raylan's upbringing, but this was where collage came in. He'd never been great at taking a shot in the mouth without feeling an inordinate amount of shame for it afterwards, but the satisfaction of his partners swearing and writhing under the power of his mouth was something that he had long enjoyed. The pain of the tight fist in his hair was just a bonus.
Raylan swirled his tongue around Tim's plump tip on the upstroke, finally burying the man's length into the back of his throat. He couldn't take an aggressive throat fucking yet but Tim could use that handle he had a bit. Humming again at another sink of hot flesh in his throat, Raylan sent his hands spreading across Tim's torso, fingers dancing up his chest to toy with one nipple lightly and teasingly.
His aim wasn't to make Tim cum, but rather to get him near onto the edge of it and stop before the painfully critical moment, using the lift and struggle of Tim's muscles in their conflicting commands to determine when he should pull back suddenly, messily and with reddened lips that split easily into a grin. ]
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Tim did try to be polite to the men who sucked him off, and he'd never shot down someone's throat without express invitation. Even then he'd been reluctant depending upon the situation. He wasn't about to let himself pop off in Raylan's mouth, risk freaking the older man out or otherwise ruining this situation, but he was struggling to hold back.
It showed not only in the way he wriggled on the couch cushions, the sharp inhale of his breath and near desperate whines, but also in the fine sheen of sweat that broke out over his body. Teeth clenched together, well defined musculature was on display as Tim struggled against the urges of his own body, hand forcefully removed from Raylan's hair, least he snatch the older man bald.
Tim gasped a moan of almost relief when Raylan drew off him and cool air shocked hot, moist skin, allowing the sniper to literally -and figuratively- cool off. ]
Goddam, Raylan. [ He groaned. ] Way to make a man feel like a horny teenager again.
[ Tim knew he had impressive stamina, normally speaking. But nothing about this encounter was normal for the younger marshal. Not only was there the thrill of physical pleasure, but there was the who he was enjoying that pleasure with. Raylan could have sat beside him, petting his hair back and Tim would have still be ready to bust a nut. ]
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There's no small car and dark hidden spot tucked behind some tree in a holler, but at least we ain't gotta worry about the cops knockin' on our window, [He purrs with a grin as he bends down to kiss Tim's shoulder again.]
Much more room for us to stretch out too. I should probably ask before we get too much further.. You got anythin' to.. make things smoother? I don't wanna hurt you..
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How about. [ He began, pausing for a happy sigh as that clever mouth move over sensitive skin. ] We retire to the bedroom? Got some lube in the nightstand beside my bed and even more room on the mattress.
[ Stroking his hands down over the sleek lines of Raylan's shoulders and back, Tim caught his index fingers in his partner's belt hoops and gave them a gentle tug. ]
Give you the opportunity to stand up and get out of these damn pants. [ Tim could appreciate a nice strip tease, but it would have to be another time. Just the thought of having Raylan fuck him was causing the younger man to leak excitement along the taut lines of Raylan's abdomen. ] I know I should savor the moment, but fuck, Raylan ... I want you inside me.
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We got all the time in the world for savorin', darlin'. As many nights and days as you want, [he promises, weight shifting back down as he takes the retreat with a new line of peppered kisses down Tim's torso before he finally does pull back and onto his knees. He reaches down to adjust himself, ignoring the wetspot of his own precum in his pants or the smear of it on his stomach, as he shifts to his feet and holds out a hand to Tim.]
I've been thinkin' about takin' you to bed since you woke me up in the Flotilla. Woulda taken you that night, if you'd have let me. [And there was no time like the present to make up for the missed opportunity.] No more jackin' off in the shower for either of us.
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Time, all the ... [ He stammered a little as he swallowed spit and moved to finally kick free of all his clothing and take Raylan's hand, getting to his feet.
Standing up, Tim ignored the way his cock bounced lewdly in front of him as he grinned wickedly up at the older man. ]
Speak for yourself. My right hand has been busier than it was when I was fifteen since we got back. [ Raylan just looked over and smiled at him and -knowing that the smile was meant for him- Tim ended up with a semi.
For now he traced his fingers over the soft sheen of rapidly drying cum he'd left on Raylan's stomach, as he stepped past him and towards the bedroom. Glancing over his shoulder, Tim slid the fingers into his mouth and sucked lewdly at the combined flavor of his own cum and Raylan's skin. ]
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They'd changed together before, in the locker room at work and Raylan had gotten his eyeful on Istak's little boat, but this was different. He'd been given the permission to look, the permission to admire and Tim was working with a lot more than he had bothered to let himself notice back home. The way Tim looked over his shoulder and licked his fingers might as well have been a string wrapped around Raylan's cock, tugging him forward at his base with the overwhelming need to see Tim's smart assed mouth twisted in pleasure and moaning his name again.
He hummed out a soft growl of want as he follows, kicking off his shoes and sheading his pants on the way, leaving a literal trail towards the bedroom to match the shirt chaos of the living room.
It was nice to be able to leave the door open, confident in the lock that he'd hit when he closed it behind him, and Raylan didn't hesitate about stepping into Tim's space, hands sliding around his naked waist and down to Tim's ass as his eyes rake down Tim's chest and land on their cocks, bumping and weeping together. He looks back up under his eyebrows at his partner, lips curled devilishly.]
I wouldn't mind watchin' that show. I hope you ain't got anywhere else to be for the rest of the afternoon. I wanna wring you out the way you wrung him out. Hauntin' the poor man and his cock for days afterwards.
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Perhaps it might seem a bit odd then, for Raylan, to find that the young marshal actually enjoyed being the center of a man's rapt attention. Tim preened a little, moving his ass and torso in a way that showed off his best assets to full effect and smiling with an almost boyish come hither gleam in his eyes. So often Tim had to be an adult, the dominant partner that he rarely got to be coy but in the right circumstances it was obviously a role he enjoyed playing. ]
Not planning to be anywhere but right here the rest of the night. [ He promised as he turned and stepped into Raylan's arms. Perhaps there should be some awkwardness, given the crush situation and everything that had gone on between them but when Raylan reached, Tim moved eagerly to him. Sliding his own hands up along the older man's smoother chest, he teased dusky nipples with a light tattoo of his fingertips, leaning forward to kiss his partner on the sternum. ] Even have supplies for dinner in so I can keep you well fed.
[ Giving his partner a cheeky wink, Tim indulged in the simple gesture of stroking his palms down and back up. His touch was reverent, as if he were touching something infinitely precious even as a mischievous glint twinkled in dark eyes. ]
Going to put me on my back, or would you like me to provide you with an instruction cheat sheet for this whole 'Slot C' thing? [ Yes, in fact he was seeking to wind the older man up a little, playfully inviting some of the aggression he could feel just under the surface of his hands. Tim got a sense that Raylan genuinely did not want to hurt him and was -perhaps- restraining himself more so than either of them really wanted, or needed out of cautious habit. ]
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He hummed with an exhale at the slide of Tim's hands, the warmth that trailed in their wake all making its way right to Raylan's lower stomach, coiling there with the rest of the nerve firing pressure. The teasing touch across his nipple had him pulling in a breath through his nose.]
Food is the last thing on my mind right now, [he purrs out.
Tim wasn't far off in his assumption. Raylan knew he was no china doll, needed no kid gloves but he didn't want to ruin whatever kind of idea Tim had about their first time by being.. well, bullish and himself.
But Tim's sarcastic question earned an instant grin, an instant, ready jump to the soft challenged issued and Raylan scooped him up by his ass, walking him around to the side and hefting Tim onto the bed with his own lean frame following a heart beat after.]
I do anythin' you don't like, tell me, okay? And tell me where the lube is because I've been thinkin' about spreadin' you out in front of me or pinnin' you against a wall in the shower since Christmas.
[And he was tired of waiting and tormenting himself with something he thought would never materialize.]
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Men who he could trust manhandle him.
Landing into the comfortable expanse of his bed the younger marshal sprawled artfully against the neatly made bedsheets. Dark blue eyes were shameless in the way they trailed up and down the long, lean body moving overtop and Tim indulged in one of his favorite tells; licking his lips. Tilting his head back he reached up to a small shelf that was inset into the wood that framed the bed -making it like a nest- and pulled down a tube which he tossed towards Raylan. ]
My right hand and I have been busy since you arrived. [ He shared as a way to explain how light the tube might feel. Speaking of that right hand, Tim slowly brushed his fingers down across his abdomen, the way a man often did when gearing up for a good wank, his fingers stretching to wrap around his hard cock.
He pumped his shaft with shameless delight, wringing a couple beads of pre-cum out of the tip as he enjoyed the view. Perhaps something in the way he smiled, the way he watched, might suggest that Tim had allowed himself this moment as a fantasy (Raylan reared above him, between his spread legs, eager to fuck him) more than a few times. ]
Not much I don't enjoy, Raylan. Even less I haven't imagined doing with you at least once or twice in the past five years.
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You're gonna have to detail those out sometime, [he says, bending and scooting himself down to kiss and nip at Tim's thigh as his fingers stroke up a slick streak of lube across Tim's hole, fingers stopping to circle and testingly press into Tim's heat as dark eyes watched his lover's face.]
'Cause I wonder how many cross over with mine the past month or so. Like you milkin' me like you did him.
[It felt rude somehow, to just 'barge right in' without giving Tim's body a warning and a warm up before dealing with the amount of spread Raylan wanted to bestow upon him.
And Istak had really enjoyed his night with the sniper, even if he didn't get to fuck him.]
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Being watched by those hot, dark eyes just encouraged Tim to wriggle shamelessly, a picture of wanton abandon. The nip to slim thighs earned Raylan a jerk of those lean limbs and another healthy bead of precum from the rosy, swollen tip peeking out above Tim's strangle hold on himself. ]
That is one of my favorite things to do with a lover. [ The sniper confirmed between breathy pants. ] But think I'd like to wait till we have a day all to ourselves. So I can rile you up and then enjoy you getting hot and horny every hour. [ Tim knew about the side effects of a good milking, though he had never hung around long enough to enjoy the spoils.
With Raylan however...
Reaching down Tim hooked one knee over his arm, drawing his thigh back to his chest as he set his other foot flat on the mattress as he spread himself open and vulnerable for Raylan. ]
Stop dawdling. [ He purred. ] I've waited six years for you, cowboy.
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As Tim spreads, Raylan straightens, cock bobbing swollen and eager between his lean legs as he scoops up the lube bottle again to dole out another healthy dollap to smear and stroke himself, pulling back his foreskin to give Tim a show of exactly what was coming to him before he shifts forwards, left hand picking up Tim's flat footed leg to help bend him. ]
Six years, huh? [he asks, rubbing his tip almost threatening to intrude.] Then I better make it good.
[With an impish grin, dark eyes locked onto Tim's dark blues, Raylan pushes his hips forwards, slowly sinking past that ring of slick resistance into a clutch of heat that made him moan. He was forced to pull back a little, to spread the lube so he could be allowed to see just how much of him he could fit into the sniper before he had to again.
He didn't have to, balls coming to settle warm against Tim's ass. Already he was drawing a heavier needy breath, he wanted to watch the symphony on Tim's face as he starts moving, slow on the back draw, but firm in his resettling back into his place.]
I want you to cum without touchin' yourself. Wanna see you come undone the same way you watched me.
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The teasing glimpse of the older man's ready cock earned Raylan more eager leakage from the younger man, as Tim wriggled and tried to grab and encourage his lover. Low growls of 'stop teasing' hissed through teeth that were almost bared with feral need, a demanding glare that gave way to a softening of his expression as Raylan moved above and within him. ]
Christ yes, [ The sniper gasped out, head arching on the pillow as his lips parted, tongue against his lower lip and face slack with delight. His body was tight and still a little resistant to the first couple of thrusts, but Tim exhaled a long breath, coaxing himself to relax and ride Raylan's initial rhythmn.
Within a few give and take tests the sniper found the right counter roll of his hips to help bring them together with a hard slap of flesh against flesh, flexing internal walls to grip Raylan tightly on the back swing. Reaching with one hand, Tim curled his fingers into salt and pepper hair and yanked -none to gently- until he could bring Raylan's mouth down atop his own. His other hand scrabbled until he could link their fingers -the way they sometimes did discreetly in public- drawing his arm back so that Raylan had the younger marshal's hand pinned up on the pillow by his head.
Cumming without touching himself was not going to be a problem. There were years of fantasy, of self-pleasure and mental desire pent up in the younger man. He had been fucked by Raylan Givens, in his sleep, in the shower, in a lonely bed late at night, that Tim was having a hard time not embarrassing himself by popping off like school boy now that he was actually under the older man. ]
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Already having declared his opinion on hands in his hair, Raylan angled forwards slightly to put himself in Tim's reach, unaware of the sharp tug that followed that got a sharp throaty sound as he was pulled forwards, hips slamming almost punishingly hard into Tim with the surprise of it all. He half moaned on his exhale as their lips met, messy and hungry, teeth clicking softly together in the haste of it. Long fingers wrap with Tim's as it's pulled above and Raylan has no issue applying that granted control with a press of their hands into the pillow.
His hips stuttered back to movement as Raylan separated them from the kiss but kept their faces close, free hand ran up Tim's side to grip at his hip. He wanted to enjoy every breath, every sound, every blanking of Tim's mind as he starts fucking him harder and after a few seconds, the same off hand would slide up Tim's arm to grab his wrist. If allowed without losing any of his hair, he'd pin Tim's hand down like it's mate and kiss the man roughly again.
They weren't going anywhere for the rest of the night.]
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Tim had never been in situations, sexual or otherwise, where softness and vulnerability were encouraged. People had always wanted him to be hard and competent, from the Army to the Marshal Service, to the men who gravitated to his natural top energy. Somewhere along the way Tim had lost the chance to open up as a young man, tender and vulnerable, soft with another man and willing to take that man's lead.
When Raylan reached for his other hand, long fingers untangled from salt and pepper hair. Tim didn't resist when the older man moved their clasped hands down onto the pillow. Nor did he chase clever lips with anxious kisses, or close his eyes as Raylan's face moved so closely above his own.
Rather, the sniper's expression smoothed out and softened to something open and tender that he'd never shown before. Even when he had been breaking down, allowing Raylan to hold him through the night. This was private, intimate in a way that coiled around the raw act being performed by their bodies. Shyness peeked through, though it didn't keep Tim from leaning up and lightly brushing his nose against Raylan's. A sweet gesture, followed by a soft kiss and whispered words. ]
Hello, you.
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There was a contrast he wasn't used to here; the rough to mix with the tender. It had always been one or the other but he wasn't without ability to adapt, face softening away from such deep intensity as he started to figure things out. Something about the simplicity of 'Hello you' made him smile crookedly, hips settling hard against Tim's ass as he took half a second to enjoy the nuzzle and the softness while he was pinning Tim to the bed and railing him like it was his job.]
Hello darlin'. I'd ask if you cum here often, but no matter the answer, I think we can do better. [ His smile pulled into a devilish grin as he rolled his hips.
You're making it awfully hard not to love you, Tim Gutterson.]