Raylan pulls back and helps his lover out of his shirt, fingers quickly undoing his own belt and top button before freeing Ganymede from that too. He had never had any issue not being gentle when Ganymede wanted it, but it wasn't something he easily or lightly assumed. But when given a green light, there wasn't any hesitation.

"Kick off your shoes," he says with a dark and husky rumble, toeing off his boots and kicking them to the side so he could shuck his jeans and start pulling Gaynmede's off. He only cared about the first leg, enough to get things free, enough that he could swoop in and consume Gaynmede's cock to the back of his throat. It was only half for distraction, his free hand fumbling into the nightstand to grab some lube. The blowjob would only last a few glorious skilled seconds - Raylan enjoyed giving oral sex as much as he liked receiving it - before he was popping off and moving forward, slick cock pressing into and past Ganymede's tight ring with a groan as he claims the man's mouth again.