With no way to get the shirt off if Tim wasn't going to cooperate, Raylan's fingers tangled in them as he breathes a little more heavily. God in the moment he didn't care if Tim changed his mind, if Raylan had to get creative with his answers for the next week and a half.
He wishes he could see Tim's work, but he's sure by tomorrow morning, it'll be as clear as the daylight.
Then make 'em ask some questions. Raylan stare for half a heartbeat, hair a little wild from the pulling off of his shirt, pressing in the image in front of him into his head and wondering if he'd tripped and fallen into a old Penthouse Magazine. But there was no cajoling needed - Raylan moved forward at speed, hands wrapping around Tim as his body came up to meet him, hot mouth landing on a patch of skin mid-neck. He bites, nipping before sucking against Tim's skin, arms turning them so he can drop Tim into the couch.
"Gonna leave more than one," he murmurs, his work paused only long enough to breath out the words, one hand moving between them to start undoing Tim's belt and then his own if he can manage it.
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He wishes he could see Tim's work, but he's sure by tomorrow morning, it'll be as clear as the daylight.
Then make 'em ask some questions. Raylan stare for half a heartbeat, hair a little wild from the pulling off of his shirt, pressing in the image in front of him into his head and wondering if he'd tripped and fallen into a old Penthouse Magazine. But there was no cajoling needed - Raylan moved forward at speed, hands wrapping around Tim as his body came up to meet him, hot mouth landing on a patch of skin mid-neck. He bites, nipping before sucking against Tim's skin, arms turning them so he can drop Tim into the couch.
"Gonna leave more than one," he murmurs, his work paused only long enough to breath out the words, one hand moving between them to start undoing Tim's belt and then his own if he can manage it.