The hand in his hair tightens, just briefly, but Tim groans low in his throat in response, eyes slipping closed. His cock twitches where it's trapped between him and the bed, constrained by the thin fabric of his boxer briefs. His hips shift of their own accord, reflexively seeking some amount of relief. Raylan's voice comes as a nice distraction, Tim's lust-darkened gaze flicking back up again.

He removes his arm, instead curling his fingers into the sheets next to Raylan's hip. He pulls back just enough to speak, voice low with desire.

"Don't hold back."

He sinks his lips back over Raylan's cock, the second hand curling into the blankets to mirror it's mate on the other side, relinquishing all control to his partner. He doesn't intend on letting Raylan come this way, although he'd love to feel that hot load shoot down his throat. He's greedy, and he definitely wants to be fucked into the mattress now that they have more room than the couch.