[ 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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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.]