Those were some delightful noises. Quiet but loud in the silence of the morning, unbidden by the clinging haze of sleep. As long as he can keep drawing those moans and gasps past Raylan's lips, it's going to be a fantastic morning. And maybe it's greedy, but even with the clarity of being sober, he already knows he's going to want many more mornings just like this one.

He gives a few more strokes before settling his grip at the base, his free arm coming up to rest heavily over Raylan's hips. It'll give him something to hold onto, and allow Tim to keep him in place when he inevitably starts trying to shift upwards. He drags his tongue from base to tip, swirling it around the head a few times. He repeats this process twice, really and truly taking his time, before finally taking it past his lips, sinking his mouth down lower and lower until it meets his fingers around the base. He stays like that for a few seconds before slowly pulling back and adopting a lazy pace for bobbing his head.