The answer made Raylan's everything twitch a little. It shouldn't have been a surprise, it almost wasn't, but it was incredibly hot to hear. He, himself, had stopped really thinking about it, still dealing and overcoming accepting doing it at all with such raw, unguilty pleasure, so the news that Malcolm planned was heady.

Enough so that Raylan almost followed him, just to not stop touching. But the brief break allowed him to toe off his boots and socks in time to catch the bottle of lube, free hand already eager to slip around Malcolm as he leaned down into the kiss. The bottle was tossed up onto the bed for the moment so he could hold onto Malcolm, shuffling out of his jeans before doing much the same to the smaller man, greedy to pull them onto the bed.