Humming a rough note of approval at Malcolm's hands moving up his body, Raylan lifted his arm so the shirt could be discarded before he started tugging Malcolm's tie open so he could get to the buttons underneath while he stole Malcolm's lips for another needy kiss.

Raylan knew what he was doing; he was pouring all his feelings into every touch and caress, hungry for what he had and more. Everything he couldn't ask for yet. Everything he needed.

The kiss broke with a heavy breath as Raylan fought with the last few buttons so he could push Malcolm's shirt off. "I don't know if you thought to bring any.. supplies with you, but if not, hotel lotion isn't that bad," he muttered, hands coming down to Malcolm's belt.