Malcolm Bright

Raylan hummed shortly into the kiss, his tongue twisting eagerly around Malcolm's as his hands started moving. He did love the hand in his hair and how easily Malcolm helped himself to it. How easily he sank into it as his hand moved between them to trap their cocks together, slick in his palm as he started stroking them.

If Malcolm had to leave in the morning, he would do his damndest to make sure the smaller man was covered with his scent and the recent memory of them moving together to help make sure he'd come back, somehow.