Raylan's laughter ended in a breath as Malcolm started moving, chin lifting up slightly, briefly before Malcolm started moving down. He was too hard, too ready, to not get some gratification as his hips lifted again into Malcolm's skin, not minding the skip of their skin together.

"Aren't you already rich? Or are you lookin' to be completin' with Bill Gates?" His accent got heavier the more into anything he was, and while his mind provided projected path data, he couldn't dare to hope to dream.