It doesn't take Tim long at all to adjust. They aren't fragile men, and Tim wasn't a fan of gentle sex. Soft touches and slow movements were best saved for married couples, in his opinion. He craves roughness, something hard and fast that both numbs his mind and makes him feel alive. There's no point in it if it doesn't make him sit a little stiffer in his chair the next day.

He doesn't expect to be disappointed, not if the way Raylan's thrusting picks up is anything to go by. Tim rocks his hips upwards in time for each one, finding a steadily increasing rhythm that has him pulling Raylan's hair and panting between moans.

"Then you better go hard," he groans, and for encouragement, his free hand comes up to rake blunt nails down his partner's spine.

He wants to see Raylan unravel at the seams, to witness first hand all that charm and confidence become something primal and animalistic, unable to control himself. He wants to find out how Raylan sounds and looks coming deep inside him.