It was a rush of validation, hearing that Tim wanted him too - that he hadn't been alone in it even though they both had no idea, clung so tightly to propriety and the ideals of keeping things 'simple'. Tim had his back. Raylan had Tim's. He couldn't figure it as more than just lust, everything in him rejecting those ideas because they just couldn't happen. Statistically, the chances... They both knew how Raylan's relationships tended to go.
In the morning, Raylan would reflect on what it might mean that they were doing this, admitting these things, but right now, Raylan's everything was focused on Tim's reactions. On how he lifts into him, on how good those fingers felt in his hair. Tim's words in his ear make him shiver. It also reassured him. If Tim was worried about him wearing a condom, he'd be more than happy to wrap it up, but he didn't seem to care in the moment so neither did Raylan.
He pulls back a little, enough to spit in his hand and reach down between them, rubbing the spit into Tim's hole and playfully almost threatening a fingering by the way he presses. But he doesn't take it further than that, primarily because he's too busy spitting on his fingers some more so he can make his cock a little slicker. There's no preamble or hesitation in the way he lines himself up, watching Tim's face as he teases him with a circular rub of velvet soft skin, but even he doesn't have the patience for that for more than a few heartbeats before he starts pressing himself into Tim's hot clutch.
He wanted to see Tim enjoy it, and wanted to make sure that if there was any pain, that he could be gentle about it. Never mind that the daydream about how Tim would take it was right up against the test of reality.
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In the morning, Raylan would reflect on what it might mean that they were doing this, admitting these things, but right now, Raylan's everything was focused on Tim's reactions. On how he lifts into him, on how good those fingers felt in his hair. Tim's words in his ear make him shiver. It also reassured him. If Tim was worried about him wearing a condom, he'd be more than happy to wrap it up, but he didn't seem to care in the moment so neither did Raylan.
He pulls back a little, enough to spit in his hand and reach down between them, rubbing the spit into Tim's hole and playfully almost threatening a fingering by the way he presses. But he doesn't take it further than that, primarily because he's too busy spitting on his fingers some more so he can make his cock a little slicker. There's no preamble or hesitation in the way he lines himself up, watching Tim's face as he teases him with a circular rub of velvet soft skin, but even he doesn't have the patience for that for more than a few heartbeats before he starts pressing himself into Tim's hot clutch.
He wanted to see Tim enjoy it, and wanted to make sure that if there was any pain, that he could be gentle about it. Never mind that the daydream about how Tim would take it was right up against the test of reality.