Unless he got sign otherwise, Raylan was geared to go full tilt but all it would take was a word to stop him. In this state, he might have to be hit to snap out of it enough to listen but he'd stop as soon as it was registered.

Tim's moan comes with a tight grip of him around Raylan's cock, and he moans with his partner, feeding off the sound, fucking harder with the very specific purpose of driving Tim over the edge. Hell, in the moment, Raylan was fantasizing about taking Tim to bed, sleeping for a few hours, and waking him up again with a cock in his ass. If he fucks him right, will he earn the right to stay the night? To wrap Tim up in his arms, to wake up next to him?

He watches Tim stroke himself, grunting softly at how good it looked and enjoying the view before his free hand bats Tim's away so he can take over, long fingers matching the pace of his hips.

"I wanna be the only thing that makes you cum tonight."