Tim's groan and the way it vibrates around him tells Raylan almost all he needs to know. The removal of the arm, the clearance, god the way Tim grips into the sheets. Somehow that was hotter than everything else. Like Tim was preparing to be throat fucked properly. Jesus. Everything in him wanted to give that preparation exactly what it was readying for. And he would.

Raylan can't help his own groan, hand tightening back up in Tim's hair as he watches, as he thrusts, as he starts hitting the back of Tim's throat with each lift of his hips. He couldn't get enough of the view, of the reality that Tim was letting him do this, that Tim wanted him to do this.

"Like it when I fuck yer throat, don't you." This one wasn't really a question, and it was topped with a gentle hold of his cock down Tim's throat, waiting a few beats before relenting and letting the younger man breath again.