[ 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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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.]