"Mmhmm," Raylan hummed disbelievingly, face curled in amusement. "I'm fairly sure that's the first time those words have ever seen air in reference to me," he said, the curl of amusement breaking into a cheeky little crooked grin as Henry takes the bottle back from him and sets it aside. He didn't mind, they'd already had several drinks. He'd rather get drunk on the natural high that being here, being happy in the moment with Doc gave him.
The nudge on his shoulder was more than enough to urge him back but it also let him run a hand up Henry's back as he encouraged the gunslinger to come down with him so his off hand could hook and pull at Henry's belt. No, he knew what they were after. A baser simplicity that got harder to lay hands on when things got complicated. When complicated things were looked at, voiced. They had enough complications outside the door. Here? This was space for something better. Easier.
"You would, huh?" Raylan slides a hand up around Henry's jaw, drawing him and his mustache down for a kiss as he mutters, "I think we can manage a show before the night's through." Just in case Henry had an idea that he was going anywhere after they were done; Raylan was gonna claim his whole night if allowed.
It would be a lie to say that Raylan's heart didn't swell a little when kissing Henry or that his hands didn't grip a little tighter on those narrow hips like he could hold them together for a little longer than he had any right to. Raylan knew that he had to soak as much of the man in as he could now, before Mathis and her bullshit robbed him of it again.
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The nudge on his shoulder was more than enough to urge him back but it also let him run a hand up Henry's back as he encouraged the gunslinger to come down with him so his off hand could hook and pull at Henry's belt. No, he knew what they were after. A baser simplicity that got harder to lay hands on when things got complicated. When complicated things were looked at, voiced. They had enough complications outside the door. Here? This was space for something better. Easier.
"You would, huh?" Raylan slides a hand up around Henry's jaw, drawing him and his mustache down for a kiss as he mutters, "I think we can manage a show before the night's through." Just in case Henry had an idea that he was going anywhere after they were done; Raylan was gonna claim his whole night if allowed.
It would be a lie to say that Raylan's heart didn't swell a little when kissing Henry or that his hands didn't grip a little tighter on those narrow hips like he could hold them together for a little longer than he had any right to. Raylan knew that he had to soak as much of the man in as he could now, before Mathis and her bullshit robbed him of it again.