Malcolm Bright

After a few generously lubricated strokes, Malcolm squeezed a bead onto his fingers and reached back to apply it to himself, if only because you couldn't have too much. Then he tossed the tube aside, leaning down for a hungry kiss, then slowly working himself onto Raylan's cock, breathing out a deep breath as he settled him all the way in before he started moving in a slow but increasingly urgent rhythm, his eyes falling to Raylan's face.