Feeling Tim move under him brought about a quiver of doubt under all of those warm, good feelings. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, that he should stop all together. But it was inspiring other feelings, stirring up other things, that made thinking even more difficult, and his jeans incredibly uncomfortable. He pulled back from the bite, ever so slightly. Just enough to press his lips together. He let out an unsteady breath, wanting to press down and get a little friction for himself. But instead he just shifted, his thigh rubbing against the deputy's jeans. "Tim..." he breathed out, knowing he should say they should stop, but wanting so bad to ask for something more.