"I want you all over me," Ganymede breathes gently, head tilting up and away under the scratch of Raylan's goatee, one hand skating up his lover's back and the other pulling at his shirt, trying to get it off without unbuttoning it, tugging ineffectively. "On me, inside me. Come on," he moans, voice kicking up at the end whe Raylan slides his lips up towards his earlobe. He bucks up, stronger than most everyone gives him credit for given his willowy shape, forcing his head back against the sheets.

"Please, please, please," he sighs, breath coming faster and thicker, slinging one of his knees around Raylan's hip to pull him in flush against his front, squeezing gently and showing that his own erection is already at full mast behind his jeans, the denim keeping his cock pressed to his belly. "I don't want you to be gentle, Raylan."