There was no missing the shift of Malcolm's eyes or the change in tilt of electricity between them and Raylan shifted as needed to get the shirts off with a crooked grin at the question and 'Our bed', his own hands pushing Malcolm's t-shirt off as he answered.

"Very positive towards the idea," he replied as he hooked his fingers into Malcolm's waist band, pulling him forward once the elastic was stretched to its limit, not that he thought Malcolm would hesitate long enough to make that happen. "We'll bring it to Florida and if we don't like it, we'll look into a custom bed that we like better," Raylan continued as Malcolm slipped back into his arms, allowing his hands to push Malcolm's sweatpants off his hips.

"But let's not judge it before it can prove it's worth." Raylan couldn't stop himself from kissing Malcolm again, hands hungry to just get on the naked swath of the smaller man, over his sides and hips.