They have a few hours before they're expected to be anywhere. Even with part of that time taken up by Raylan needing to stop back at his place for at least a change of clothes and Tim needing to be dropped off at his car, it's plenty of time to have a lot of different kinds of fun. With any luck, they'll eventually be fully intertwined and will stay that way until the clock starts ticking too late.

He feels Raylan strain briefly against his arm, just as encouraging as the hand sinking into his hair. His slow, steady pace begins to increase, stilling every so often with Raylan's cock buried deep in his throat, holding it there for a few seconds each time before continuing. His tongue works around the length, taking his time with finding each of Raylan's sensitive spots to drag more of those lovely noises out of him. He's very intent on finding out just how much he can make Raylan push against his arm, just how hard he can get those hips bucking.

What he'd really like is to have those hands tight in his hair while Raylan slams his cock into the back of Tim's throat, leaving him gasping and watery-eyed. Maybe he'll get that this morning. Maybe another time, if there is another time. The maybes and possibilities feel endless right now. An unpredictable future, because even now, Raylan's keeping him on his toes.