It's too easy to get lost in this feeling -- Raylan fucking roughly into his mouth, filling the back of his throat, combined with that hand twisting into his hair, not too tight but tight enough. It's a concentrated effort to pay attention to those movements, the growing uneven jerk of Raylan's hips, his name being spoken in warning.

He pulls back all at once, releasing Raylan from his mouth and denying him the chance to unload. Crawling back up his partner's body, he's smirking when he leans down to capture Raylan's mouth in a lazy, open-mouthed kiss.

"Good mornin'."

His voice is quiet, a little hoarse from the previous abuse, and he doesn't quite pull back far enough to not be murmuring it against Raylan's lips.