Tim is faultlessly punctual, something that became engrained in him in the very first week of his basic training. It's hard to shake the 'fifteen minutes prior to fifteen minutes prior' mentality. Then again, he's not typically waking up with a devastatingly handsome man in his bed, and he can't say he'd be terribly mad if he was a little late for the first time in his career with the marshals.

Though it would be suspicious if they came in late together, especially in combination with the purple-red marks he knows decorate his throat. He's not really concerned about that right now, because he's gotten himself settled between Raylan's legs and can see what he's working with.

It really is a blue moon for Tim to come across a dick he doesn't want to put in his mouth, and that's definitely not the case here. He's far from disappointed. Delighted, actually. It wouldn't be his first uncircumcised dick, but it is a very short list he wished was longer. He makes a very pleased noise low in his throat, ducking his head to place a gently nipping kiss against Raylan's inner thigh. He wraps long, nimble fingers around Raylan's length, stroking firmly but slowly so he can watch as the skin slides back to fully reveal the head. With his gaze trained up again, he leans forward to drag his tongue flat over the tip.