Ganymede pants against him as Raylan fucks into him, short nails scraping over skin as he pulls Raylan in close and loving the inexorable rhythm. It was desperate and hard and hot as hell the way they came together over and over again, and Ganymede loved the almost punishing rhythm. His partner had strength and stamina on his side, and he loved the way it felt each time the Marshal bottomed out inside him.

"Fuck... Raylan," he murmured with a jerk to his hips, heels pressed firm to the backs of Raylan's thighs to make him stay deep, muscles beginning to quiver. "'M gonna come soon," he managed breathlessly as he squeezed his own cock, tryin to force back the rising tide of orgasm. God, it felt good. He was forever held in thrall right at the end of adolescence, body responsive and shamelessly easy to arouse and tease. "Fuck, give it to me!"