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He could sense the conflict, the undecided mania, and could only lean into it. Too soon he'd have to leave and go back to a place that he hated as much as he loved, in all it's complexities; go back to pretending that he was empty. Go back to being kept company by his gun and whiskey bottle instead of being warmed by Malcolm's affection.

Raylan was breathless too by the time the kiss broke, and his eyes searched Malcolm's with a hint of worry - had something happened? Was he okay? But the hand at his cheek and the way Malcolm looked at him eased those concerns and Raylan nipped at his lips as they kissed again, letting a little noise pull from his throat as Malcolm pulled back again.

Letting out an uneven shuddering breath as Malcolm's hand worked him, Raylan's stomach tightened and jumped as he involuntarily pressed himself up into the touch, and he kept his eyes on Malcolm, soaking in as much of him as he could in the moment.