Malcolm Bright

Raylan, practically feral with desire - for him - was already a heady experience before he put words to it.

Malcolm wrapped his legs around him when he lifted him up, making the leverage to carry him easier. Helping. He was heavier than he looked. Once he was perched on the desk, he wrapped a leg around him again, holding him close, the hand in his hair coming to rest at the nape of his neck.

"I want that, too," he whispered.

His free hand slid up Raylan's chest and neck to his jaw and brought him in for another hungry kiss, his leg around Raylan's hip tightening its grip on him.