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Deputy US Marshal Givens ([personal profile] tinstar) wrote2021-12-15 05:00 pm
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[personal profile] therebedragons 2022-08-19 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] therebedragons 2022-08-23 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
"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.
Edited 2022-08-23 01:14 (UTC)
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[personal profile] therebedragons 2022-08-24 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] therebedragons 2022-08-25 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
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."