He was the only one that would ever get to see or feel Raylan on his knees, and any quibbles of worry were washed away by Malcolm's sounds and the gently fisted hand in his hair. It bothered him less now that he was doing it; the overly dramatic buildup in his head hadn't come true - no sky split, no Arlo coming out of the closet to beat him.

Just an amazingly good man who made Raylan feel impossibly happy.It let him relax a little more, movements becoming smoother as his head slowly bobbed, tongue twisting around Malcolm's tip as he withdrew and then sunk his head again.