The bottle was opened and Raylan squeezed out a healthy dollop onto his hand, smearing it against Malcolm before getting another dollop for his own length. Once they were slick, Raylan lined himself up, free clean hand grabbing Malcolm behind the knee to help guide his spread and slowly pushing himself in. Working in inches and more quickly than the first time they'd ever done this, Raylan let out a sound filled breath as his hips settled against Malcolm. He took another breath, watching Malcolm's face as he started moving with a slow, long thrust that he happily buried back to the root in him.