The renewed vigor from Raylan spreading his knees and pushing up got a choked-out cry from Ganymede's throat as he curled up, trembling and tight all over; Raylan had impeccable aim in everything, they were both familiar with that, and it carried over to the bedroom as well. Ganymede shoved himself back as a fine sheen of sweat beaded out over his shoulders while they fucked, lost in the sounds echoing off the walls and the feeling of Raylan underneath him, between his thighs, hot and strong.

"Yes, yes, yes," he hisses, bucking into his hand and sucking in a breath as orgasm washed over him, almost surprising him as it swamped his senses. Ganymede fell into the weightless thrill that came with orgasm, feeling like he was cradled on clouds as his cock throbbed and his hips jerked. "Fuck, Raylan--please," Ganymede rasped out, eyes closed as he threw his head back. He couldn't quite fininsh what he was asking for, though his lover knew it very well already: don't stop, keep going, keep fucking him so blissfully.