He was consumed all over again, the sight of Ben on top of him always drives him wild. As it always had - Ben knew he was a beautiful man, they both did, and his orgasm was very nearly art.

Raylan's heavy panting was just as loud as his lovers and the sound of flesh slapping into flesh was as intoxicating as the rest. Ganymede would know by now how prone to supplication Raylan got when they were this far deep; he could ask the Marshal for the moon and he'd try, somehow, someway. So he bucks, spreading his knees a little to gain the leverage he needed to thrust himself upwards in a more meaningful manner. The lift and tilt of his chin for his efforts came with a dark heavy lidded expression that somehow asked all on its own 'You like that?'.

"Gonna make you feel nothin' but me for the rest of the night," he breaths promisingly.