Tim's sounds wash over Raylan and right into his veins, like a drug. It left him moaning out with his breath with each thrust, fingers tightening on Tim's hip as he keeps driving on like a piston in an engine. Given a whole day, he would gladly ride Tim into any surface the man wanted or, alternatively, maybe let Tim drive him into a surface or two, but the fact that they had life waiting on them felt normal in a way Raylan was sure they were both going to need.

The hand in his hair felt just as good as everything else, urging him on to finish the job, to fuck Tim right. Sweat starts to prick at the corners of Raylan's hairline, bead on his shoulders and neck as he pounds away, and he starts having to create mental distractions to avoid cumming too soon.

But as soon as Tim tips over that edge, as soon as his body clamps down and thrums on Raylan, he gasps out a husky-"Oh fuck-," he pushes up onto his elbow, thrusting speeding up as he races over his own end and pausing, buried deep in Tim as he unloads. He got only half a look at Tim arching and lost in pleasure before his eyes have to close under the wash of sensations. Cum or not, his body still wanted and Raylan steals Tim's lips up in a deep kiss as his hips start moving again, more slowly but no less deep.

As though he couldn't just stop. As though he had to sample Tim a little more before he lets the day take them.