"I love you too," Raylan managed, the words rough and from the back of his throat as he lost himself into the movements and the sweet entanglement of their bodies. He'd do anything for the man in his arms, an idea that had crossed his mind before many a-time but crashed into him with full force as the pressure at the small of his back got tighter.

"Malcolm," he grunted, face twisting as he pushed himself in for a long moment, mouth falling half open as he twitched in Malcolm's velvet clutch, body pushing more after he came and sending his hips back to moving to help get and push Malcolm over his own edge. The fun didn't stop just because he climaxed. He didn't want it to; sexual hunger could get him a lot of places.