The sound from Tim was reassuring and while there was no part of Raylan that doubted Tim knew what to do with a cock with a sock, there was a relief that came from hearing it. One that will be re-enforced as Tim goes further. There had been a whole slate of things Raylan's brain had been readying itself to face in the light of the morning, but those were completely forgotten as he keeps his eyes down, entranced by the whole situation.

They could plan the plan for work when his brain was actually functioning on a higher level.

It was amazing how sensitive those spots that never got touched were. Raylan sucks in a short sharp pinch of air at the nipping kiss, thighs spreading a little to give Tim whatever he wanted, and held it until it slips out of his mouth with a soft moan at the firm stroke. His stomach flutters with a shudder of pleasure at the lick across him and his hands search for any way to touch Tim, even if it's a drape of his fingertips on a forearm. They already itched to card through Tim's hair, but he didn't want to rush a single second of this.