"So fuckin' well," he breathed, biting his lip again with a tight, soft little groan as Malcolm worked him.

After a long few minutes, he shuddered and said Malcolm's name softly, tightly, using his grip in his hair to gently urge his head up forward so that Raylan could curl down and kiss him deeply, tongue boldly twisting with his in the only show he could give that he wasn't bothered by that either. Any more of that and he wasn't going to be able to end the way he wanted to.

Raylan's hands urged Malcolm back up before he broke the kiss to explain. "I want to feel you cum around me tonight." He rolled them over, one hand catching the bottle before it slid into Malcolm's head and stayed settled between his legs so he could kiss him one more time before pulling back and sitting on his hunches.