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Despite what he might have wanted to do, his body was running on automatic, and he felt himself not just matching but pushing up into every thrust, more than eager to feel them together again and again.

As Malcolm sat back, Raylan groaned again, fingers denting into Malcolm's hips. God that was the best sight, watching Malcolm work himself without anything that followed him haunting his face, and maybe it was a bit of ego, but the fact that it was him driving the smaller man to distraction only made Raylan thrust harder.

He wasn't going to last long, and this time, it was Malcolm that got the warning, a rough cursing of his name before Raylan was unloading into him with a pinched face and a bowing body.