Tim knew that Raylan couldn't take as much blood as he usually did. He was already unhealthily low on it as it was, thanks to the feedings he participated in during the last week. He was aware that it needed to stop, but it was hard to care through the euphoria, especially once Raylan's hips pressing close only added to the intense pleasure. His hand slid back to the other man's ass, just to ensure Raylan stayed close.

A shiver ran down his spine, a sick combination of pleasure and blood loss and Raylan's cool body against his. It didn't necessarily become uncomfortable or painful, but everything started to dull a little, and Tim's head swam fuzzily. The moans softened before they tapered off completely, but his breathing remained shaky and unsteady.

"Raylan," he murmured, and there were still faint traces of pleased breathlessness in the way he said it, though it was mostly an attempt to get his attention. His hand flattened against the curve of Raylan's collarbone, pushing instead of pulling now. "Stop."