Malcolm was innately aware that this whole situation was a privilege. For a brief moment, as Raylan descended his body, he'd been concerned he was doing it out of a sense of some sort of obligation, but it didn't feel like that and he relaxed into it, too, as much as someone coiled in a building, tightly wound pleasure could relax.

The only other time someone had done this to him, it felt... quick and dirty. This was a very different experience, like going to bed with Raylan generally was. Sex was a different ritual with someone who loved you than when it was just fulfilling a physical need.

His sounds got needier. More urgent. He was drawing near climax. He wasn't completely sure how that was going to go over, but hoped it didn't put him off in a passing thought that quickly left his mind as he gasped Raylan's name.