The jeans Raylan peeled him out of like a fruit shell, turning inside-out with a throaty chuckle as he kicked off his shoes, scooting back on the bed until his lover swallowed him down and made him bow up like a taut string. "Oh--god, Raylan," he gasped, swallowing thickly, one hand barely coming up to cradle the back of his lover's head before he pulled off.

He fell back with a shuddering sigh, letting Raylan push him up, biting into those lips when they met his and groaning with a flutter of eyelashes at the feel of his cock pressing against him. "F--fuck, yes," he sighed against Raylan's mouth, curling up against him. He hitched one leg up higher with a soft hiss and a little grimace at the tug on his stitches, but nothing was going to stop him from enjoying sex with his lover, still riding high on the buzz from adrenaline after the afternoon. "Just like that, just...like that," he breathed, head flopped back on the blankets scrunched up beneath them. "Just don't stop."