Another hard shiver runs through his body from head to toe, groaning softly at the feeling of hot semen shooting deep inside of him. He watches the beautifully controlled way Raylan shudders apart -- hair falling into dark eyes, pupils blown out with lust -- and commits every detail of it to his drunken memory. At bare minimum, he'll be thinking about that expression every time he jerks off for weeks.

Tim laughs softly, because yeah. Jesus. The tempo of his heart is trying to slow, hard breaths beginning to even out, but his mind still feels clouded with a dizzying afterglow. His hand moves back into Raylan's hair, fingers idly winding around and through the soft locks, now a bit damp with sweat.

"Yeah." He can tell without even moving that he's definitely going to be stiff and sore tomorrow. "We should've done that sooner."