This is where it shifts, where the slow, sensual morning naturally begins to give way to a needy desperation. Tim's eyes slip closed, relishing the way Raylan's cock stretches his lips, the slide of the length against his hollowed out cheeks as Raylan fucks roughly into his mouth. His throat's going to be sore after this -- just one more thing in the long list of reasons he's going to be thinking about Raylan's everything all day long.

It's a wonderfully obscene combination, the huskily spoken words and the feeling of Raylan's cock held deep in his throat for those few moments. Tim moans, something that would've been relatively loud if it weren't muffled around a mouthful of cock, swallowing to keep from choking.

Fingers curl into the sheets a little bit tighter, inhaling deeply through his nose once he gets the chance. His hands are where they are to give himself something to hold onto, but also to give him the leverage to pull back if Raylan tries to come too soon.