It makes sense that Raylan's quick to wake. Tim is, too; it's the nature of their jobs, providing a sense of awareness that's always ready to be flicked on at the drop of a hat. Or in this case, a kiss of the neck. It's nice, feeling the hum in Raylan's throat beneath his lips. Raylan's hand finds his hip, and Tim let's it stay there for a moment while he traces lazy fingers over the dips of hipbones and the curve of Raylan's thighs, only ever brushing feather-light touches along Raylan's length as he does.

This only lasts for a few moments though. Last night was incredible, but he never got the opportunity to find out what Raylan's cock tastes like. And now he's in the perfect position to do just that. Without stopping the gentle kisses along Raylan's clavicle, he shifts to put himself between his partner's legs, bracing a hand on either side of Raylan so that he's hovering. He kisses down the center of his chest, over the lines between the muscles of his stomach, shifting himself further beneath the sheet as he goes.

This could easily devolve into something more hurried and eager eventually, but for now it's only 6 AM, and Tim's content with taking his time.