The lingering heat of his anger was flaring into his arousal, like he had something to prove; a physical response to Neal yelling at him. Raylan wanted to make him puddle and whimper in the best kind of ways, the sweetest revenge, the honeyed venting of steam. And once he got started, it was going to take a train of horses or a simple, serious 'Stop' to get him to get off this track.
He could tell Neal liked it, being lightly shoved around, pinned, held captive against him so he didn't bother restraining his softer impulses and there was barely a thought behind grabbing that hand coming towards his face and pinning it against the wall. Neal would have to work harder than that to touch him. Raylan's free hand slips from Neal's neck, smoothing down the fabric of his shirt and reveling in the feeling of hard flesh he knew was under it. But his hand didn't stop there, moving further down to grab and stroke Neal through his trouser pants.
God he couldn't wait. Except the elevator had dinged seconds ago, and neither of them were moving. Raylan snarled softly under his breath, letting Neal's wrist go in favor of pulling him off the wall and setting him towards the door with another little push. He bent to snatch up the discarded hat from the elevator door, pulling out his blackberry and following Neal towards his door. No time was wasted in getting Neal against said door, grinding against his ass as he unlocks it and opens it up. Once inside, the hat was tossed carelessly off too the side and the door was locked.
"I do anythin' you don't want me doin', you tell me," he commands as he moves forward to sweep Neal up again. Can't have that beautiful brain going and getting caught up on any bullshit that didn't matter right now.
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He could tell Neal liked it, being lightly shoved around, pinned, held captive against him so he didn't bother restraining his softer impulses and there was barely a thought behind grabbing that hand coming towards his face and pinning it against the wall. Neal would have to work harder than that to touch him. Raylan's free hand slips from Neal's neck, smoothing down the fabric of his shirt and reveling in the feeling of hard flesh he knew was under it. But his hand didn't stop there, moving further down to grab and stroke Neal through his trouser pants.
God he couldn't wait. Except the elevator had dinged seconds ago, and neither of them were moving. Raylan snarled softly under his breath, letting Neal's wrist go in favor of pulling him off the wall and setting him towards the door with another little push. He bent to snatch up the discarded hat from the elevator door, pulling out his blackberry and following Neal towards his door. No time was wasted in getting Neal against said door, grinding against his ass as he unlocks it and opens it up. Once inside, the hat was tossed carelessly off too the side and the door was locked.
"I do anythin' you don't want me doin', you tell me," he commands as he moves forward to sweep Neal up again. Can't have that beautiful brain going and getting caught up on any bullshit that didn't matter right now.
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