The quick little flip and roll that put him sitting astride Raylan's hips made him groan, legs tight and trembling as he held himself still, fist tight on his cock even as his lips crush against his lover's. "God, Raylan," Ganymede breathed, rocking his hips down and up and grinding on Raylan's dick. He braced himself on one hand low on Raylan's belly, fingernails curling as his other hand tugged at his length. He was no stranger to touching himself, hand curled loose around his cock as he moved in a sinuous dance, pushing up and back and grinding down to make his toes curl and his muscles ripple and clench.

"I love the way you talk," he murmured, riding his lover and feeling the flush creep up his neck and chest the closer Ganymede gets to orgasm. He can feel the ache in his side from the gunshot, but it's not enough, not nearly enough to keep him from coming; it only adds to the dizzying height of sensation he's climbing up, pushing towards the delightful, intense peak. "I want you to come with me," he breathed, staring with dark eyes at Raylan's face as if to memorize the shape of his lover's mouth as he forms those words. "Come in me."