Those idle fingers in his hair gets a soft, sighed out hum of a note and he huffs a breath in agreement, dropping a kiss onto the hickey that was darkening on Tim's neck. Pushing back up onto his elbows, Raylan smiles down at Tim, answering as his hips shift to dislodge himself from Tim's clutch.

"No time like the present, hmm?"

He didn't dare ask if it was going to happen again. Instead, he would enjoy his view of Tim underneath him, the comfort of the weight of his legs on Raylan's, and not try to worry about what came next. Cuddling post sex was one of Raylan's favorite activities but that was less easy to do on a couch covered in wetness that would be quickly getting cold.

"You got paper towels or somethin' in the kitchen? Unless you go real old-school and hate your shirts."