They were getting more accustomed to each other's bodies and responses. Raylan knew what he could do without hurting Malcolm now. The early care and tenderness had been wonderful and warming. The familiarity and practiced ease starting to take its place were equally heady.

As Raylan pushed into him, he could help a small gasp of a moan and he shifted his hips to meet him as he moved, his eyes wandering down Raylan's body and up it again, finding his face, holding his gaze for a moment as they moved together.