There was no moving too fast now. Raylan held himself back, as many cards as he could close to his chest because of pride and fear. A small cowardice and a greed for the power he had as he was perceived now kept him well in line, every action considered. But once he got a green light - the way Tim's mouth opened to his, the fingers playing in his hair, the nip of his lip that earned a soft involuntary grunt of approval as he slides closer.

The hand on his thigh only encouraged him, hips lifting a little like he was guiding Tim's fingers to the girth growing in his jeans as his off hand slides along Tim's waist, pulling up the oversized flannel and the tanktop underneath so he could get palm on skin.

No, he was drunk enough that it didn't matter; he was already in over his head, amazed that this was happening, unable to stop or question either of their ability to have any sense around themselves right now.