He found himself a little breathless too, for entirely different reasons and kissed Malcolm with a fierceness, body sliding up against his before he broke the kiss and sent his lips down Malcolm's jaw with no shame about the amount of teeth slipped into his kisses.

Jaw led to collarbone, led to chest as Raylan worked his way down Malcolm, kissing and running his palms down his sides in time until he was moving down his yoga tightened stomach. There was no doubting that Malcolm's sharp mind would pick up what was going on, but Raylan didn't let that stop his want or resolve as his lips moved across the cut of Malcolm's hips towards the soft hairs.