Oh this was definitely happening again, but the first rush of it all was a lot for Raylan's senses, even as he rode Malcolm harder to match the way he pushed himself back, properly letting him fall into a 'using' pace.

"Fuck, Malcolm," he warned before his head rolled back and climax racked his body, tensing it tight against him as he unloaded with a strangled gasp of a breath that slipped into a groan as it was let from his lungs. His body moved for a few seconds afterwards, but quickly slowed to a stop as Raylan dropped forward on his hands, head hung as he worked to catch his breath.