Tim grins against Raylan's neck. It would be highly entertaining to listen to Raylan make up excuses and fend off comments about a hickey all day. Might be even better to watch him shift uncomfortably in his chair every time the fabric of his shirt rubs against the mark, though. Hidden, a secret shared just between the two of them.
He likes that better.
"It'd be kinda fun," Tim murmurs, lips brushing against Raylan's throat. His hands move between them, finding the front of Raylan's shirt to undo the buttons. He's drunk, and buttons take a little more coordination than pouring glasses and unlocking doors. His fingers fumble once, but he gets the first few undone, enough that he can lower his head to Raylan's collarbone.
This will do just fine. He places a series of soft, simple kisses along the curve of the other man's clavicle, starting inwards near Raylan's throat and moving out toward his shoulder. His tongue darts out over the dip where the collarbone meets the shoulder, and with no other preamble, he bites down properly to begin sucking and nipping a mark into Raylan's skin.
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He likes that better.
"It'd be kinda fun," Tim murmurs, lips brushing against Raylan's throat. His hands move between them, finding the front of Raylan's shirt to undo the buttons. He's drunk, and buttons take a little more coordination than pouring glasses and unlocking doors. His fingers fumble once, but he gets the first few undone, enough that he can lower his head to Raylan's collarbone.
This will do just fine. He places a series of soft, simple kisses along the curve of the other man's clavicle, starting inwards near Raylan's throat and moving out toward his shoulder. His tongue darts out over the dip where the collarbone meets the shoulder, and with no other preamble, he bites down properly to begin sucking and nipping a mark into Raylan's skin.