Every movement, ever sound, was like a screaming demand of "Do it!" And each and every time, he said "No." He kept his teeth off Tim's skin. Mere millimeters away, it wouldn't even take any effort. And one bite was all he'd need to end this once and for all. It was in Tim's best interest. To protect him. He might lose his job, but then Boyd couldn't get to him. Then his habit wouldn't get him killed. He'd be alive at least in some sense of the word, and that's what mattered, didn't it? Nevermind that Tim would hate him for doing it without giving him a chance...
Before he realized it, his teeth were resting against skin again. The rabid argument, the constant struggle inside his head had slipped some how. He'd missed a beat and the other side of himself gained the upper hand. Like a fist in his hair trying to force his head down. The worst part was how badly he wanted to do it. He wanted it more than he wanted that throbbing friction between them, more than he wanted to shred their respective jeans to get more contact. Every fiber of his being was on fire with pure want.
All it took was a single heartbeat. One pulse beneath his waiting tongue, and he could feel the dam breaking. On pure instinct, he knew if he felt one more beat, he was done for. Before he could feel it, he tore himself back. To Tim, it would all happen in an instant. The faintest touch of those fangs and suddenly Raylan hit the wall at his back so hard a cheap framed picture crashed to the floor. His chest heaved as he attempted to get his bearings.
"We can't," he hissed, pointing an accusatory finger at the deputy. It was all he could muster, because even with the small distance between them, he could still hear that tempting pulse. And that was the only part of the aching need that he wanted to even consider at that moment, despite how obvious the rest was.
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Before he realized it, his teeth were resting against skin again. The rabid argument, the constant struggle inside his head had slipped some how. He'd missed a beat and the other side of himself gained the upper hand. Like a fist in his hair trying to force his head down. The worst part was how badly he wanted to do it. He wanted it more than he wanted that throbbing friction between them, more than he wanted to shred their respective jeans to get more contact. Every fiber of his being was on fire with pure want.
All it took was a single heartbeat. One pulse beneath his waiting tongue, and he could feel the dam breaking. On pure instinct, he knew if he felt one more beat, he was done for. Before he could feel it, he tore himself back. To Tim, it would all happen in an instant. The faintest touch of those fangs and suddenly Raylan hit the wall at his back so hard a cheap framed picture crashed to the floor. His chest heaved as he attempted to get his bearings.
"We can't," he hissed, pointing an accusatory finger at the deputy. It was all he could muster, because even with the small distance between them, he could still hear that tempting pulse. And that was the only part of the aching need that he wanted to even consider at that moment, despite how obvious the rest was.