Tim would be hard pressed to stop him right now. Everything is white hot pleasure and sheer bliss, each of Raylan's relentless thrusts pushing him that much closer to the edge. Heat is pooling rapidly low in his belly, and it's not because he's drunk, or because he went out tonight with the intention of being picked up by a stranger and didn't. It's because Raylan is the one setting all of his senses on fire right now.
This can't be a one time thing. Ultimately, if all Raylan wants is a one night stand, there's nothing to be done about it. Tim will accept that this exhilarating, mind-blowing night is the only one he gets. But if there's a way to convince Raylan that this should happen again, and then again and again, he's going to find it.
There's control in the way that hand replaces his own, and laced within the words Raylan speaks. A sense of dominance that has Tim fully losing his mind, his moans starting to hold an edge of desperation.
"You're about to," he manages between labored breaths, because he can feel that pressure building and building and building, and it'll only be a matter of time before he's shaking apart entirely.
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This can't be a one time thing. Ultimately, if all Raylan wants is a one night stand, there's nothing to be done about it. Tim will accept that this exhilarating, mind-blowing night is the only one he gets. But if there's a way to convince Raylan that this should happen again, and then again and again, he's going to find it.
There's control in the way that hand replaces his own, and laced within the words Raylan speaks. A sense of dominance that has Tim fully losing his mind, his moans starting to hold an edge of desperation.
"You're about to," he manages between labored breaths, because he can feel that pressure building and building and building, and it'll only be a matter of time before he's shaking apart entirely.