The moan sent a primal kind of thrill through Raylan, and he knew he was in trouble. He can't help but think about what Tim said last night - that they should have done this sooner. Raylan was a greedy man, masquerading as a gentleman, and the more of Tim's sounds he heard, the more he wanted, and he was already hungry for them after the night before.

There's a sharp grunt of breath out as Raylan continues, another low groan following it as his head falls back, eyes closed as that heat coils tight around his low stomach.

"Tim-" he warns, unable to say anything else or provide any other hints. If they didn't stop right now, he was absolutely going to fill Tim's mouth with more than just flesh.