Everything was suddenly hooked and contingent on Tim taking his whole length, Raylan's breath caught in the back of his throat as he was teased. The sweet promise made by Tim's tongue kept him on a tightwire, right hand creeping over to softly grip his forearm. Touch was an anchor for him, something helped him feel like he had some control on floating off into pleasure.

Tim swallows him down and Raylan can't help but groan, low and tight from the back of his throat at the wash of lusty relief, and puts Tim's restraining arm to use. His hips lift slightly with the sound, but it only takes a little pressure for him to force himself to relax into the bed and let Tim wind him up. That thought alone, Tim being the one to wind him up twists with his desire in his chest, a feeling that is batted away in favor of focusing on how good Tim feels around him.

His off hand slides into Tim's hair, settling on his head but not pushing or urging. He already wanted to bury himself into Tim like he had last night and the small part of him that could have coherent thoughts only hoped that he got to wrap around his partner one more time before he has to face the possibility that this was just a one night stand. The possibility that they've ruined their working relationship. Right now, there was just this.