Smiling at the slowly melting man that he'd suddenly gained, Raylan's left hand shifted to help keep Henry's weight from falling too far to one side and his head ducked in encouragement to fingers running through his hair, stealing one or two more lazy, soft lipped kisses while he could. He inhaled sharply through his teeth at the grip, nose pressing against Henry's neck, but the off hand that fists tightly into Henry's shirt and turns up enough to tug some his shirts from his waistband was telling enough.
Between them? No, it wouldn't be a soft, easy go - that was for people less tormented and compressed by themselves and what they want. What they feel they wouldn't get or don't deserve. Raylan welcomed it, the rough abandon that he found just as intoxicating as the shine they so freely drank. He knew what to do with fire.
His left knee lifted as Henry turned and a half growled note of his own approval slipped out as the water testing bump of their cheeks turned into a proper kiss. There was no hesitation, none of the awkward self doubt that Henry had seen in the garage in Raylan right now. He had gotten too many sounds, too many signals that this was okay and didn't hold back in the invasive and hungry kiss. Underneath all the smoke and moonshine, he could still taste Henry himself, mingling into something uniquely Holliday. As Henry's hand loosens, his free hand let go of his shirt, opting instead to slide up and around Henry's neck.
Even when the kiss broke, Raylan didn't say anything, running his hand down Henry's neck to fist into the collar of his shirts as he leaned in again. A little too much enthusiasm was all it took to tip their precariously balanced weight backwards, the shuffle of denim and heavy breaths echoing around them as they found their way to shouldering in the dirt and Raylan wasted no time in rolling his weight over, one hand sliding up Henry's hip and over his belt to pull him close against him in the way he needed them to be.
They'd hardly needed words so far, passing bad evenings with nothing more than a grunt and a few short sentences. Who said they had to start now?
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Between them? No, it wouldn't be a soft, easy go - that was for people less tormented and compressed by themselves and what they want. What they feel they wouldn't get or don't deserve. Raylan welcomed it, the rough abandon that he found just as intoxicating as the shine they so freely drank. He knew what to do with fire.
His left knee lifted as Henry turned and a half growled note of his own approval slipped out as the water testing bump of their cheeks turned into a proper kiss. There was no hesitation, none of the awkward self doubt that Henry had seen in the garage in Raylan right now. He had gotten too many sounds, too many signals that this was okay and didn't hold back in the invasive and hungry kiss. Underneath all the smoke and moonshine, he could still taste Henry himself, mingling into something uniquely Holliday. As Henry's hand loosens, his free hand let go of his shirt, opting instead to slide up and around Henry's neck.
Even when the kiss broke, Raylan didn't say anything, running his hand down Henry's neck to fist into the collar of his shirts as he leaned in again. A little too much enthusiasm was all it took to tip their precariously balanced weight backwards, the shuffle of denim and heavy breaths echoing around them as they found their way to shouldering in the dirt and Raylan wasted no time in rolling his weight over, one hand sliding up Henry's hip and over his belt to pull him close against him in the way he needed them to be.
They'd hardly needed words so far, passing bad evenings with nothing more than a grunt and a few short sentences. Who said they had to start now?