It's hard to truly believe that statement, that he doesn't want Raylan to be anything than what he already is - a few near death experiences would probably change that sooner or later, as it always did. But that was down the road and right now, Ganymede had asked for something simple. Easy to do and sinking into something that doesn't require any thought about what they've been through was Raylan's weakness.

So he does as he is asked, bending down to kiss the seemingly younger man and move their weight back onto the bed. Yes, he would kiss. Kiss and worship Gaynmede down to the bone if he was allowed, long fingers already getting impatient with the fabric that kept him from G's soft skin so selfishly. It didn't matter that Gaynmede was hurt or it did matter, but it wasn't going to stop them. Raylan understood that too. A little pain was a good reminder, a good motivator and sometimes the silver-lining on the high that was their own arousal.