The way Raylan groans and shakes from the denial is quite possibly one of the hottest things Tim has ever seen. It's a reaction he'd like to elicit from Raylan over and over again, until he's a writhing, whimpering mess beneath Tim's hands and mouth. Maybe, if Tim ever gets to do this again. If he ever gets another chance to wake up with Raylan in his bed. Or him in Raylan's bed. He's not picky.

His heart beats a little unevenly in his chest, and he tells himself it's just the anticipation. Just the anticipation that builds with Raylan's hand on his ass, pushing his underwear down to expose more of his skin to the cooler air. Just the way he's rolled onto his back, inhaling sharply when his cock is freed from the confines of the fabric. Anticipation and desire and lust. Nothing more.

"You about to show me what a perfect mornin' looks like?"

He arches his hips upwards, giving a pleased hum when he feels both their lengths caught between their stomachs.