Malcolm Bright

Malcolm's abdomen tensed and his grip in Raylan's hair tightened a little as the wave of pleasure shot through him, but he was far too distracted to notice whether Raylan got anything on his face, at least at first. He blinked at the ceiling, breathing heavily for a moment as he flopped back onto his back before sitting up enough to prop himself on his elbows and look for Raylan. He shifted his weight to one elbow when he spotted him, reaching the other hand out for him to come up onto the bed properly so Malcolm could get his hands on him.