Raylan is already grunting out pitchy sounds of pleasure, fingers of his free hand clawing out at James's moving hips as though he was trying to pull the thrusts in harder. "Ah fuck-" he manages between punctuated gasps, "Ride that ass hard baby, use it." His cock twitches and throbs at the dare of the words, at the lewdness of the command as he keeps himself from reaching down to touch himself too soon.
He grunts out another breath as James bends him, moaning tightly again, louder than before when James starts slamming properly, hand grabbing at James's arm as he struggles to find a breathing pace to match, to make him feel like he was getting a full breath between his whoreish sounds. The Captain did good work, Raylan's chest pinpricking with sweat as he caved to his needs, hand slipping from James's arm to reach between them and stroke his cock, panting as he's used. He wanted to cum with James and so held out, keeping his strokes long and slow and torturous in its juxtaposition of James's sweet abuse.
James certainly gives as good as Raylan begs for with every sharp slap of his hips meeting the meat of his lover's thighs and ass. Sweat drips off his brow as he grunts, moaning and snarling as he drives himself blindly and relentlessly toward his end. It's blissfully not long of working deep and punishing into Raylan before he breaks with almost a withered sigh of relief and a shuddering moan. He bucks, hips stuttering and jerking through his throes as he pours himself into him, cock throbbing and spilling every last drop of his load. It's lewd and messy, his hand leaving Raylan's leg hooked over his shoulder as he grips his hip.
He's lost in it for a moment, bent, trembling, barely holding himself up as his mind washes out blank and white hot. The euphoria swells and his mind is quiet and empty. It's a few heartbeats before his vision comes back and he can focus on the man under him as they pant and vibrate together. It takes him a minute to realize he should make sure his lover has come, looking down to be sure Raylan finished before gently unwinding his lanky limbs so they can lay together in a little more comfort when he pulls out and collapses onto him with a sated sigh.
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He grunts out another breath as James bends him, moaning tightly again, louder than before when James starts slamming properly, hand grabbing at James's arm as he struggles to find a breathing pace to match, to make him feel like he was getting a full breath between his whoreish sounds. The Captain did good work, Raylan's chest pinpricking with sweat as he caved to his needs, hand slipping from James's arm to reach between them and stroke his cock, panting as he's used. He wanted to cum with James and so held out, keeping his strokes long and slow and torturous in its juxtaposition of James's sweet abuse.
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He's lost in it for a moment, bent, trembling, barely holding himself up as his mind washes out blank and white hot. The euphoria swells and his mind is quiet and empty. It's a few heartbeats before his vision comes back and he can focus on the man under him as they pant and vibrate together. It takes him a minute to realize he should make sure his lover has come, looking down to be sure Raylan finished before gently unwinding his lanky limbs so they can lay together in a little more comfort when he pulls out and collapses onto him with a sated sigh.