Tim has a lot of sex with a lot of strangers. He's always careful, always uses protection even in the drunkest of states. But Raylan's not a stranger. Raylan is his partner, the person who watches his back, the reason why he doesn't always need to position himself strategically to see the whole room when they're together. There's an implicit trust between them that Tim has only ever extended to his war-time brothers, and it exists here, too.

Tomorrow, his back is going to be very angry they're choosing to do this on the couch. Tonight, Tim isn't willing to part from Raylan long enough to move to the bedroom. Not right now, not with the heavy warmth of that body he's craved so long against his and those nimble fingers teasing against his hole. His legs lift, wrapping around the other man's waist, using the leverage to angle his hips and give his partner easier access.

There's nothing that could've prepared him for how it feels to have Raylan's cock pressing inside him. There's some discomfort, a little bit of pain that only shows in the brief crease of brows between closed eyes. But it all quickly gives way to the sheer pleasure of being stretched and filled. The hand that hasn't left Raylan's hair tangles and tightens as his breathing hitches and shudders, his back arching further off the couch the deeper that length slides into him.

If there was any hesitation or doubt left in Tim's mind, it's long gone once Raylan's buried fully inside him. All that matters now is enjoying this for what it is, and for every second he can get it. He grinds his hips upwards, groaning low in his throat as he feels every single inch of Raylan's cock.