Raylan can't help but groan softly into the kiss as Tim slides onto him, one hand moving to get further up under that fabric as the other curves around Tim's ass. How many times has he fantasized about them this way? It didn't hurt anything that Raylan loved being ridden and Tim's weight felt so good and right on him.

The kiss brakes and Raylan is almost entranced by the sound of Tim's uneven breath. What did he sound like when he moaned, when something felt good to him too? He couldn't wait to find out.

His head tilts a little, enough to give Tim the range Raylan's neck if he wanted it and the brush of teeth earns a sharp inhale, fingers digging into Tim's hip as his own lift slightly. Oh yeah, if it weren't for the excuses they'd have to make at work, Raylan was all for being bitten. Being marked. But that didn't stop the wash of worry that manages to peek through the Whiskey veil.

"Gonna make me a liar at work, you leave something visible above my collar," he says, voice tight and sultry in Tim's ear. Then again, that phrasing suggested that Tim could leave something visible below his collar without reproach. Either way, Raylan sure as hell wasn't going to stop his partner; he'd be made a liar if he had to - this was more than worth it.