Malcolm was eager to be under those hands, kicking the sweatpants aside as they traveled over him. He slid his own hands around Raylan's ribs and down his stomach, tugging his belt open by feel as he met the kiss hungrily, his fingers playing lightly against the skin beneath the waistband as he worked the button on the jeans.

"God," he gasped between kisses. "I feel like I haven't kissed you properly in a week." Though the previous night had been full of proper kisses, it seemed far away. Once he could push Raylan's jeans and boxers down over his hips, his slid his hands back up his sides and around and up his chest. He grasped his neck and jaw just below his ear with one hand and his shoulder with the other, closing the small amount of room he'd needed to work his pants off by pressing against him as he kissed him again.