Raylan was being rough and pushy and Tim loved it, craved more of it. It made him want to be pinned down and wake up with bruises. Fangs sinking into his neck sent his thoughts scattering, though. "Fuck, fuck," he groaned, tipping his head to bare more of his neck. He got Raylan's message loud and clear. Licking blood off his lips, he used both hands to blindly shove Raylan's jeans and boxers down, fingers wrapping around his cock once Tim had access to it. His grip was firm as he stroked, forcing himself to start out slow.