This was one of Raylan's favorite things. The settled feeling of relaxed heavy limbs on and around him, a warm breath into his neck as his heartbeat drums in his ears. His cock has gone half soft, enough for him to slide out of Ben with a shift of his hips and meet that kiss with a deep, back of the throated hum of contentment.

"I think that distinct honor is yours," he husks, voice rough. The way he saw it, Ganymede was the hero for taking it and taking it as roughly as he did. "Survivin' the whole day and then also that-" His lips curl at the edges - he's teasing a little, always happy to inject levity. A hand comes up to brush back a loose hair from Ben's face, Raylan's eyes warm and openly loving looking over the man's sharp, handsome features.

"I'd tell you to stay outta trouble, but I got a feelin' that ain't gonna mean much especially since you're already here with me." The levity faulters a little, smile falling into something a little more somber.

"Terrible things woulda come, had this gone a different way you know."