"Like teasing you," he half growled in pleasure into the kisses as his grip loosened to just a ghosting of his palm in the stroke as his off hand moved up Malcolm's side, fingers dancing at the side of his throat as Raylan kept his lean up into it to bite softly at Malcolm's lips when they dared leave.

"See if I can't blow your mind without touchin' your cock at all. Just because of me inside you." He was grateful for the closeness; he could hide his slight embarrassment at being so vulgar and open about what he wanted to do. But he was still a guy and he sank into dirty, dirty ideas when he was revved up. If Malcolm was anyone else, or a woman, he'd be more inclined to just.. do them.

But he didn't want to do something that would send Malcolm into a flashback or something - there was so much violence and mental abuse, Raylan didn't want anything about this to connect to that. He couldn't handle being the cause of that.