The eagerness, and the stolen kiss, only made Raylan smile more broadly as he pulled himself up off the bed so he didn't get into the way. Taking the opportunity to go and rinse his mouth of whatever food and whiskey debris he could, when he came back, he pulled on his boxers and didn't bother with anything else. Leaning against the wall, he watched Malcolm til he was almost done and when he was, crossed the short distance to wrap his arms around the smaller man and lean into his back as he pressed a kiss into Malcolm's hair.

"It used to bother me a little, to watch you set all this up. Like a reminder of what you suffer every night, but that's gotten a bit less oppressive. I still like to think that one day, way way off in the future, you might not need 'em to get through a night."