Malcolm Bright

That was a fantastic idea and one that Raylan's mind would roll over later, currently otherwise occupied with the overwhelming sensations of sinking into him with a half breathed "Hell," of approval. There was no slow hesitation to the pace he took, though his strokes started long and deep, with a relishing intent.

"God, you're gonna turn me into a dirty pervert, talkin' like that. And here I am tryin' to be respectable," he breathed, gripping Malcolm's hip.