abrightboy | No One's Born Broken

Malcolm looked up at him from the bottom of his ribcage.

"I don't know about Bill Gates. Maybe Ted Turner. We'll start a lube wrestling league, get our own pay-per-view channel..." He nipped just above Raylan's belly button. "Of course the college girls will be well compensated; we have to encourage higher education for women," he said matter-of-factly, wriggling down a little more. Wriggling wasn't, strictly, necessary but gave maximum friction.

Dark hazel eyes met Malcolm's with a curl of his lip before the curl was replaced with a little breath that came with a equally small jump of his stomach at the nip.

"That's very altruistic of you," he said unevenly, finding it harder and harder to keep his train of thought. Raylan kept one hand on Malcolm's neck, loosely, as his other settled against Malcolm's weight bearing arm. "It'd make us look better for it too," he managed, more interested in watching the source of all these wonderful sensations than being moral to pretend wrestling ladies.

Malcolm grinned and raked his eyes from Raylan's abdomen up to his face.

"I honestly don't know how you could look any better," he teased, ducking his head to set kisses down the line from his belly button, his hand sliding up along his length as he reached it, his eyes moving from there up to his face again with a bit of a naughty look.

Raylan pulled himself up onto one elbow with a heavy, half hitched moan of a breath as Malcolm quite literally teased him before swallowing hard. "That's supposed to be my line."

It would be a flat out lie to say he hadn't thought about Malcolm looking up at him like that, but the raw hotness that came with the reality of it was addictive. Still, Raylan was scared to suggest it or encourage it, despite his obvious want of it. Shit, he was half scared to breathe, that it might jinx things somehow. Malcolm had his Eating Thing and while oral sex wasn't eating, Raylan didn't know where those lines were either.

Malcolm, on the other hand, hadn't been sure if Raylan would be comfortable with it. When he'd made his way down Malcolm's body, he'd avoided it. He didn't seem uncomfortable with this though. Malcolm grinned and took him in with a couple of deliberate bobs of his head, then followed it by trailing his tongue from the base to the tip before looking at Raylan again, then taking him into his mouth again.

He hadn't been comfortable with doing it himself yet, it felt like a line that he had to work up to crossing. But having it done to him was different somehow, finding a comfort in his passiveness, in his own enjoyment, where he could emotionally reason out the safety of the act.

The first bob of Malcolm's head earned a strangled sort of noise from Raylan's sharper inhale, free hand finding a little purchase in the blanket they were on as he remembered to breath, but that look that Malcolm gave him was almost an undoing of its own. Raylan didn't register the low moan that slipped out of him as Malcolm enveloped him, and his free hand didn't hesitate in burying itself into Malcolm's hair as he swore.

This was going over much better than anticipated, only stoking his enthusiasm as he picked up the pace a little, but not so much as it'd be over too soon.

Now and then he'd glance up without losing a beat, one hand grasping Raylan's thigh while the other one slid down to gently squeeze his balls.

Raylan's hand didn't push or direct; just rested there, fisting softly in his hair as he bit his lip. It wasn't going to be over too soon - as much as he might enjoy letting it end like this, their first night back together wasn't going to be so short.

The squeeze of his balls had him rolling his head back with a pitchy little sound, lifting his hips a little as his legs spread slightly. When he looked back down, he roughly managed some words. "I didn't think you'd feel better than I imagined," he admitted, fully admitting that he did, in fact, imagine this.

Malcolm smiled around him and then released him, holding on to him with the hand that had been on his thigh.

"Well, I do know my way around the equipment," he said with a brief lick of his lips and just a hint of pleased smugness before taking him in again with a swirl of his tongue around the head before resuming a rhythm.

"So fuckin' well," he breathed, biting his lip again with a tight, soft little groan as Malcolm worked him.

After a long few minutes, he shuddered and said Malcolm's name softly, tightly, using his grip in his hair to gently urge his head up forward so that Raylan could curl down and kiss him deeply, tongue boldly twisting with his in the only show he could give that he wasn't bothered by that either. Any more of that and he wasn't going to be able to end the way he wanted to.

Raylan's hands urged Malcolm back up before he broke the kiss to explain. "I want to feel you cum around me tonight." He rolled them over, one hand catching the bottle before it slid into Malcolm's head and stayed settled between his legs so he could kiss him one more time before pulling back and sitting on his hunches.

That kiss settled so much small concern about limits and boundaries and he leaned into it eagerly, his breath catching in his throat as Raylan told him what he wanted and rolled them over. His body was almost restless in anticipation, his eyes following Raylan as he pulled back, entranced with his every movement, his stomach coiling with the heat of arousal in anticipation of what was coming.

The bottle was opened and Raylan squeezed out a healthy dollop onto his hand, smearing it against Malcolm before getting another dollop for his own length. Once they were slick, Raylan lined himself up, free clean hand grabbing Malcolm behind the knee to help guide his spread and slowly pushing himself in. Working in inches and more quickly than the first time they'd ever done this, Raylan let out a sound filled breath as his hips settled against Malcolm. He took another breath, watching Malcolm's face as he started moving with a slow, long thrust that he happily buried back to the root in him.

They were getting more accustomed to each other's bodies and responses. Raylan knew what he could do without hurting Malcolm now. The early care and tenderness had been wonderful and warming. The familiarity and practiced ease starting to take its place were equally heady.

As Raylan pushed into him, he could help a small gasp of a moan and he shifted his hips to meet him as he moved, his eyes wandering down Raylan's body and up it again, finding his face, holding his gaze for a moment as they moved together.

The last thing Raylan wanted to do was treat Malcolm as fragile as everyone else did in an area that wasn't particularly insensitive and frankly, Malcolm was a tiny tank. Now that he knew what he was doing, Raylan was more sure of himself and eager to please.

He held Malcolm's gaze as his speed picked up, until he slipped his still slick hand between them to stroke Malcolm almost lazily, a contrast to the snapping of his hips. He loved those little noises, and worked for them.

Those little noises got bigger when Raylan took him in hand, the combination of sensations sending electricity through his body.

He tilted his head back, squeezing his eyes shut, gasping Raylan's name as it started to build towards climax with a slow but roiling crawl through his belly.

For everything they'd said earlier, Raylan was simultaneously too tired and too wound up to do what he might have ten years ago, or early in the morning. Malcolm sounded and felt and looked too good for him to draw this out and he made Raylan's name sound like a prayer.

Raylan's relenting wasn't relenting at all as his hand started to match the movement of their hips, off hand having grabbed Malcolm's hip at some point to help anchor them both, and he watched Malcolm both fight and enjoy himself with the same self pleasure drinking gave him.

He could hold off until after Malcolm, but tonight was not a two or long round night.

Malcolm came soon after the change in pace, his movements stuttering as his body clenched through the wave of pleasure, his head tilting back as his eyes closed for the moment until he recovered muscle control to meet Raylan's movements again with a different sort of hunger.

Raylan only paused once on his thrusts, in and when Malcolm was clenching so sweetly around him but as soon as he stared to relax, Raylan was moving again. Stick hand propped carefully on Malcolm's thigh, he pushed himself until his vision exploeded and he grunted, giving a few stalling pumps as he emptied himself.

Breath heavy, Raylan slowed to a stop, leaning his weight against Malcolm has he tried to catch his breath.

"Goddamn it I've missed you," he swore, bending down to steal a still hungry kiss. With another groan, he pulled back and carefully withdrew himself. One clean finger was held up at Malcolm.

"I'll get the towel." Walking off, Raylan quickly washed his hands in the sink and got a clean washcloth damp so he could clean himself, only to rinse and wring it out to bring it back to Malcolm. He dropped down onto the bed and one hand as he wiped Malcolm clean.

Malcolm, still breathing heavily himself, watched Raylan with open adoration as he left to get the washcloth and as he returned with it. Malcolm's hand found his hair, threading through it tenderly as Raylan cleaned him up.

"I missed you, too," he murmured.

He stole a kiss while he worked but once Malcolm was cleaned, Raylan pitched the rag towards the bathroom, wincing a little at the wet sound that it made when it hit the doors. "I hope you're paying extra for housekeeping," he chuckled, before turning back, one leg draping over Malcolm's as he turned his attention back to the man in his arms with a deep and satisfied breath. relishing the hand lazily combing through his hair.

"Maybe it's good we're forced to take things slow, we might never leave the house otherwise."

Edited 2020-06-28 01:18 (UTC)

Malcolm smiled broadly, still idly stroking Raylan's hair while his other hand came to rest on his shoulder.

"I'm glad to know all our sacrifices are at least for the public good," he joked. He sighed contentedly. "When we have out own place, we can still end days of serving the public good like this," he noted.

He liked behind like this, draped intimately over and around Malcolm, talking in the softer tones that almost all lovers took in the afterglow and he settled his free hand on the low of Malcolm's chest.

"Mm, yes we will." Not can; Will. Raylan was resolute. He smiled crookedly. "I haven't hired a realtor but if you don't like the places I've already found, my feeling's won't be hurt if we have to get one. I'd like you down here sooner rather than later, as nice as these hotel rooms are."

Malcolm smiled.

"It is my mission to find something tomorrow. Possibly before you even get back from work, so don't forget to leave me your list," he said firmly.

Raylan couldn't help the bubble of soft laughter that came with the sudden firmness and goal orientation of Malcolm's response. "We'll run to the bar in the morning so you can at least see where I've been layin' my head while I get 'em. Then you can do whatever you'd like," he said, smiling as he leaned down to steal another kiss.

"I don't know about you darlin' but I'm beat. You ready to go to bed or should I figure something out?"

"Oh, I'm ready," he said, untangling from Raylan - stealing another kiss halfway through the process - to get up and go over to his bag, pulling out sweatpants and restraints, stepping into the former before working on untangling the latter as he padded back over to the bed.

Even if he wasn't tired, he was going to take the opportunity to curl up in Raylan's arms while he fell asleep. Out of all the things he missed when Raylan wasn't around - and he missed everything profoundly - he missed that the most. He couldn't remember ever feeling so safe and warm. He must have, a long time ago, before the arrest but he barely remembered. It was normal then, not something to note. Twenty years of waking up screaming and thrashing and always all alone... when that changed it was definitely something to note. It was something he hadn't even thought possible. The first time he and Raylan slept together, he'd told the Marshal it was impossible for him to sleep in Malcolm's bed. He had never been happier to be proven wrong through sheer stubbornness and will.

He hooked up a restraint on his side of the bed frame. The nice thing about nicer hotels was the furniture tended to be a little higher quality and he could get away with attaching his restraints to the frame of the bed itself. It was a little more comfortable that way. Then he moved around to Raylan's side and secured the other.

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