Malcolm Bright

Raylan smiled crookedly in return, teeth not quite peeking out from the scant break in his lips and he glanced down at the fingers fussing with the strap of his shirt, sharply aware of the heat that it started to coil low in his stomach. When he met Malcolm's gaze again, the smile broke into a grin at the question and Raylan leaned forward to kiss him again.

"That I can do," he muttered against Malcolm's lips as he half lifted, half guided Malcolm off his lap and to his feet. If he were stronger, he would have just scooped Malcolm up and carried him to the bed but frankly, Malcolm was mostly muscle and a little heavier than Raylan had expected the first time. But instead, Raylan pulled Malcolm's shirt from his trousers so he could spread his hands over the smooth hot skin underneath, using the lean of his weight to guide them towards the big bed that Malcolm had gotten with the room.