The kiss to his hand, and the following pull to envelop him into Raylan's arms, made Ganymede all but melt into place again, only too happy to settle against someone who wanted him there, and didn't think he was crazy for having said all of what he'd just said. It was a lot--more than a lot if he was entirely and bluntly truthful with himself--and hearing Raylan say he wanted to know more was as uplifting to him as any love declaration would have been.

Possibly more than that, really. It was hard to get to know all the layers and nooks and hidden pockets of Ganymede's personality, the things he'd hidden away for so long to get by that didn't serve him making his way in the world anymore. "I enjoy your company more than you know," Ganymede murmured, settling down and in close against Raylan in the safe, protected hold of his arms. He brushed gentle kisses over his lover's collarbones and neck and chest, everywhere he could put his lips. "You make me feel worth the attention. The way you hold me and touch me...nobody has taken me at my word when I tell them I don't want gentle. Not in a long time."