Raylan knew it was the cold that made Henry gasp and roll into the turning fall of their weight, but it sent what was left of his forward thinking mind tumbling into something much warmer than the cold, sharp air around them. They should have done this in the house. They weren't set up to do anything more than what they were where they were, but the nipping at his lips only made him hungrier for more and smile into the skillful parry of their kiss. Where that would actually end them in the next few hours, he didn't know. Nor did he care right now, about much of anything.
Grunting into the kiss roughly at the roll of Henry's hips, he took advantage of the position and slid his hand up Henry's shirt to let his fingers slide and play over his side, humming a note at the hot, soft skin that greeted them. Somewhere, many years ago, Raylan had lost what shame he had left - the hurdle that he had needed to jump, was in the middle of trying to jump, had very very little to do with it, so nothing in him questioned the hotblooded need that deeply echoed his own.
For all the sheer pleasure he got out of touching Henry, the cold fingers up under his own shirt made him inhale sharply, head tilting and breaking their latest kiss with a chuckle that bled into a soft sigh. There was a passing idea of saying something - anything - but it was overridden by the urge to let Henry kiss up his jaw as he lowered his head to nose his way into the warm pocket of his neck, place several lazy kisses there, the last of which came with a soft nip of teeth against skin. It was testing as mush as Henry had been and he trailed his lips up to Henry's ear.
"I've been wantin' to do that for a week and a half now," he admitted, secure in the fact that there was no one else down here to hear the crack in his otherwise fairly stable wall of repressed emotions. But if he couldn't say it while they were tangled together and halfway to dry humping like desperate teenagers, when could he?
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Grunting into the kiss roughly at the roll of Henry's hips, he took advantage of the position and slid his hand up Henry's shirt to let his fingers slide and play over his side, humming a note at the hot, soft skin that greeted them. Somewhere, many years ago, Raylan had lost what shame he had left - the hurdle that he had needed to jump, was in the middle of trying to jump, had very very little to do with it, so nothing in him questioned the hotblooded need that deeply echoed his own.
For all the sheer pleasure he got out of touching Henry, the cold fingers up under his own shirt made him inhale sharply, head tilting and breaking their latest kiss with a chuckle that bled into a soft sigh. There was a passing idea of saying something - anything - but it was overridden by the urge to let Henry kiss up his jaw as he lowered his head to nose his way into the warm pocket of his neck, place several lazy kisses there, the last of which came with a soft nip of teeth against skin. It was testing as mush as Henry had been and he trailed his lips up to Henry's ear.
"I've been wantin' to do that for a week and a half now," he admitted, secure in the fact that there was no one else down here to hear the crack in his otherwise fairly stable wall of repressed emotions. But if he couldn't say it while they were tangled together and halfway to dry humping like desperate teenagers, when could he?