Malcolm was transfixed by the sight of Raylan moving down his body, but when his tongue traveled Malcolm's length, he couldn't help a strangled little sound from the back of his throat, followed by a gasp at the hot moisture that took it in.

The rhythm Raylan set was perfect and Malcolm was careful not to thrust into it, reaching down to grasp a handful of Raylan's hair, giving it a gentle squeeze as he moaned through a wave of arousal that made him squirm a little.