Watching Tim unravel beneath him was better than his imagination could have ever crafted, the half panted swears and the arch of Tim's back shoving Raylan over his own edge. His hips and his hand doesn't stop their sweet assault, unloading with a shuddered breath that shivered down his whole body. His hips bury him deep for it and while his hand lets Tim go, his hips can't help but continue to thrust, slowing down to a stop like a machine that has to wind down.

Raylan needs a few heartbeats, eyes dark and glassy, before he lowers himself down a little. He keeps their stomachs and chests apart but bends his head to rest it on Tim's shoulders as he deals with the whiteout of his vision and the drumming in his ears. Goddamn.

"Jesus," he mutters against Tim's shoulder. He was gonna need a minute before he moves again.