It's easier to be bolder in the dark, when they don't have to be under each other's scrutiny, where every touch could be misattributed to them not being able to see where they're putting their hands, what they're touching. Excuses they can't capitalise on once they're back in the house - not that they would need to anymore, probably. Once that first move had been made it would be easier to go again (and again, and again).
Much as he would like to have the problem in his pants tended to, especially with Raylan offering like he knows exactly what to do with his hand, Henry ends up rolling to the side with some reluctance, thighs rubbing in a futile effort to alleviate the discomfort while he cups Raylan's cheek to give him a parting kiss. His hand trails over Raylan's shoulder, down the length of his arm and falls away as he shifts in close enough to bump his forehead against his own coat, smelling and feeling like a Henry-Raylan blend while it's hanging off Raylan's shoulders.
Since they can't relocate to fuck this energy out, he's left panting shallowly, nuzzling, swallowing, licking his upper lip. Maybe they'll need a safeword before they start throwing each other around, choking each other or beating each other up. If Henry had been the firm but gentle, kindly man that 1306 knows him to be, he would not have survived his time or his world. There is something there, beneath the charm, clawing and rippling beneath the surface of his skin, a caged beast waiting to unleash some pent up frustrations, but he doesn't trust himself or this increasingly fragile Thing he has with Raylan to let it all out.
"I can't, now, or here," he admits between laboured breaths, even though he seems like he very much can when he holds Raylan's hip and bumps crotches, grinds like a slow dance at the wrong angle, holding him close keeping him there while he brushes his lips against Raylan's temple. "I want to, more than anything." He hopes Raylan knows that without needing that soft kiss on each closed eye and on the tip of his nose to reassure him. "I am sorry. I'm too-" too scared, down here, and of himself, what he is if he's not a gentleman. "-...preoccupied."
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Much as he would like to have the problem in his pants tended to, especially with Raylan offering like he knows exactly what to do with his hand, Henry ends up rolling to the side with some reluctance, thighs rubbing in a futile effort to alleviate the discomfort while he cups Raylan's cheek to give him a parting kiss. His hand trails over Raylan's shoulder, down the length of his arm and falls away as he shifts in close enough to bump his forehead against his own coat, smelling and feeling like a Henry-Raylan blend while it's hanging off Raylan's shoulders.
Since they can't relocate to fuck this energy out, he's left panting shallowly, nuzzling, swallowing, licking his upper lip. Maybe they'll need a safeword before they start throwing each other around, choking each other or beating each other up. If Henry had been the firm but gentle, kindly man that 1306 knows him to be, he would not have survived his time or his world. There is something there, beneath the charm, clawing and rippling beneath the surface of his skin, a caged beast waiting to unleash some pent up frustrations, but he doesn't trust himself or this increasingly fragile Thing he has with Raylan to let it all out.
"I can't, now, or here," he admits between laboured breaths, even though he seems like he very much can when he holds Raylan's hip and bumps crotches, grinds like a slow dance at the wrong angle, holding him close keeping him there while he brushes his lips against Raylan's temple. "I want to, more than anything." He hopes Raylan knows that without needing that soft kiss on each closed eye and on the tip of his nose to reassure him. "I am sorry. I'm too-" too scared, down here, and of himself, what he is if he's not a gentleman. "-...preoccupied."