[He hisses softly again as the last stich is tugged and cut and he was distracted by that enough to not have any wherewithal to stop Tom's kissing his forehead. That was the second or third forehead kiss that Raylan had gotten inside two months. His hands moved by themselves, settling high and easy on Tom's thighs.
.. He should tell the man to get off. But he was touch starved and would happily let this torment him later-]
I woulda thought you'd be defendin' your.. friend. [Were they friends? Wasn't Tom friends with everyone, whether they wanted him or not? Wasn't that part of his charm?]
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.. He should tell the man to get off. But he was touch starved and would happily let this torment him later-]
I woulda thought you'd be defendin' your.. friend. [Were they friends? Wasn't Tom friends with everyone, whether they wanted him or not?
Wasn't that part of his charm?]