It was good, sweet, that Malcolm was okay with it but Raylan burned under his own internal hypocrisy and the conflict it came into with his preferences in the bedroom. He liked doing this, making his partners feel good with all parts of him. The idea of his mouth haunting them while he had casual conversations with him got him going.

He wanted to be okay with this and every twitch of Malcolm's length against his ever more personal skin moved him more towards his resolve and the reward of taking yet another leap off a cliff with Malcolm. Looking up, Raylan ran his tongue up Malcolm's length, unwilling to shy away from it, before he too Malcolm's cock into his mouth, pushing it against the back of his throat and setting to a rhythm that he was used to - that he liked.

He'd see how well that was received.