Trying to control his breathing was a lost cause. With every move Raylan made, Tim's breathing hitched or picked up, some of it subtle, some of it not so much. He was tense, every muscle in his body coiled and waiting, fingers curling impatiently into his palms. A shiver fell down his spine at the feeling of Raylan's lips on his neck and teeth grazing his skin. It took all of his willpower not to press up into it, determined not to push Raylan or make him rush.