Malcolm Bright

"I cheated," he muttered before Malcolm kissed him, spending his hand to spread across Malcolm's back some more. He liked how Malcolm felt, the way his skin felt under his hand, a logical contrast of sensations that Raylan was slowly getting entrapped by, he could feel it now. Like needing a drink or some quiet.

He hummed softly when it broke. "Once I knew you wouldn't kick me for tryin' to enjoy something.. simple.. Fundamentally basic.." He watched Malcolm's face, feeling far too much like he was out on a thin branch. "I know you want it too. Connection. Something good in this shithole of a place."