Raylan loves those sounds, breathing them in like they were fuel for his fire. He thrusts a few times, hard to bury himself swiftly in the tight hot clutch of Gaynmede's body before setting into something of a rhythm as he kisses and bites at his lover's neck.

"You feel perfect," he breathes back, pulling back so that he can hook his hands behind Gaynmede's knees and spread him wide so that Raylan can enjoy the view of him spread out and eager underneath him, his bangs falling wild in front of his eyes. Just as eager to earn more of those gasping breathless noises, Raylan fucks him steadily before slowing to bury himself in deep and hard a few times more.

"This what you want, darlin'?"