For everything they'd said earlier, Raylan was simultaneously too tired and too wound up to do what he might have ten years ago, or early in the morning. Malcolm sounded and felt and looked too good for him to draw this out and he made Raylan's name sound like a prayer.

Raylan's relenting wasn't relenting at all as his hand started to match the movement of their hips, off hand having grabbed Malcolm's hip at some point to help anchor them both, and he watched Malcolm both fight and enjoy himself with the same self pleasure drinking gave him.

He could hold off until after Malcolm, but tonight was not a two or long round night.