There was plenty Raylan might have wanted to do, but having Malcolm's hands on him, holding him close was too good. With a rough growl, Raylan wrapped his arms around Malcolm and lifted him off his feet, carrying him towards the bedroom, nipping little bites into their kiss as he went.

Once in there, Raylan set him down next to the desk they'd so helpfully supplied and lifted him up onto it, hands sliding around and up his back as he enjoyed them being at eye level together.

"I want you every night, in my bed, with me, where we belong," he breathed, only able to give words to his feelings in passing breathes of sanity.