abrightboy | No One's Born Broken

"That you can do," Malcolm agreed heartily, smiling into the next kiss, letting himself be backed into the bedroom and towards the bed as his hands tugged Raylan's undershirt up from the waist.

What Malcolm knew objectively: sex had never, in his life, been as good as it was with Raylan. What Malcolm suspected: that only partly had to do with Raylan's level of experience and had largely to do with how wrapped up in him Malcolm's emotions were. Raylan's touch felt like love and it made everything so much more potent.

He pushed the undershirt up his body and let the kiss break as they got to the bed so he could pull it off over his head and toss it aside.

Humming a rough note of approval at Malcolm's hands moving up his body, Raylan lifted his arm so the shirt could be discarded before he started tugging Malcolm's tie open so he could get to the buttons underneath while he stole Malcolm's lips for another needy kiss.

Raylan knew what he was doing; he was pouring all his feelings into every touch and caress, hungry for what he had and more. Everything he couldn't ask for yet. Everything he needed.

The kiss broke with a heavy breath as Raylan fought with the last few buttons so he could push Malcolm's shirt off. "I don't know if you thought to bring any.. supplies with you, but if not, hotel lotion isn't that bad," he muttered, hands coming down to Malcolm's belt.

"Of course I brought supplies," he breathed. "I was coming to see you."

And considering keeping his hands off of Raylan once they were alone somewhere was not something that would ever cross his mind.

"More than a single use worth," he added with a smile. "I have a few days here, you know," he informed him happily as he worked Raylan's belt open. He looked up at his face. "I have to stock up on you."

Raylan's terminology and so appropriate, though he never seemed to 'stock up' on enough to keep him from feeling inconsolably lonely once they were separated again.

Once he got Raylan's jeans open, he moved reluctantly away from him, stepping out of the bedroom to drag his bag inside the doorway and riffle through it, finding the tube under his clothes and tossing it to Raylan before returning to push his pants down over his hips, even as he leaned up into a new kiss.

The answer made Raylan's everything twitch a little. It shouldn't have been a surprise, it almost wasn't, but it was incredibly hot to hear. He, himself, had stopped really thinking about it, still dealing and overcoming accepting doing it at all with such raw, unguilty pleasure, so the news that Malcolm planned was heady.

Enough so that Raylan almost followed him, just to not stop touching. But the brief break allowed him to toe off his boots and socks in time to catch the bottle of lube, free hand already eager to slip around Malcolm as he leaned down into the kiss. The bottle was tossed up onto the bed for the moment so he could hold onto Malcolm, shuffling out of his jeans before doing much the same to the smaller man, greedy to pull them onto the bed.

Malcolm had hopes the first time he visited after the gala night. This particular preparation could definitely be called a plan.

He laughed in delight as they tumbled onto the bed, quickly claiming Raylan's mouth for another kiss, one arm pinned under Raylan while the other hand reached up to touch his face as they kissed.

"Of course, once we have an apartment here," he noted breathlessly, "it'll have its own supplies..."

His lips curled into a smile as as their lips met, free hand spreading up Malcolm's shoulder as he rolled onto his back, bringing Malcolm with him and freeing both their trapped arms. He hummed again as the kiss broke, smiling again as Malcolm continued.

"Reinforced wall straps and everything. We're gonna need soundproofin' for other things." Like the way he was enjoying the curve of Malcolm's hips meeting his ass meeting his legs and all the firm muscle underneath it. "And a discreet way to get more lube," he finished lifting up kiss him again as one hand came in and up Malcolm's chest. "Cause you got me wantin' to do a lotta things," he murmured against his lips as his hand wandered back down and between Malcolm's legs to teasingly stroke him.

Malcolm squirmed with need under his hands, pushing his hips into that stroke.

"What sorts of things?" he asked roughly before claiming a particularly hungry kiss. "Because I can get the lube," he promised, kissing him again.

"Like teasing you," he half growled in pleasure into the kisses as his grip loosened to just a ghosting of his palm in the stroke as his off hand moved up Malcolm's side, fingers dancing at the side of his throat as Raylan kept his lean up into it to bite softly at Malcolm's lips when they dared leave.

"See if I can't blow your mind without touchin' your cock at all. Just because of me inside you." He was grateful for the closeness; he could hide his slight embarrassment at being so vulgar and open about what he wanted to do. But he was still a guy and he sank into dirty, dirty ideas when he was revved up. If Malcolm was anyone else, or a woman, he'd be more inclined to just.. do them.

But he didn't want to do something that would send Malcolm into a flashback or something - there was so much violence and mental abuse, Raylan didn't want anything about this to connect to that. He couldn't handle being the cause of that.

What he got was a pleased curl of Malcolm's mouth at the notion. One of life's small mercies - or fairly large mercies, even - was that, with all the abuse he'd taken, he'd never been sexually abused. It was possibly one of the areas of life least like a minefield.

The notion that Raylan got dirty ideas about him was arousing as hell. Not only because he was so breathtakingly hot - he was - but because he hadn't been completely sure of his comfort level in even being with a man when they started this. For him to be comfortable enough to start growling dirty somethings in Malcolm's ear was a solid cinderblock in their foundation.

Malcolm shifted his weight to create some friction for Raylan, feeling him already hard against him and making sure that slid against his thigh when he moved.

"I'll make sure that apartment gets the big bottle of lube," he promised, lowering his head to nip and kiss along Raylan's jaw and then his throat.

Grunting out a rough note, Raylan's hips lifted into the shifting weight and rewarded Malcolm for his movement by going back to his tighter, lazy stroke as his head tipped back to accomedate his kisses. He liked being touched as much as he liked touching and while Raylan had never been really affection starved, emotionally or physically, he'd never been needy quite as mindlessly as he was with Malcolm.

It was a new level.

"Yeah. Maybe not a 55 gallon drum but." The next breath he let out was just as throaty as his off hand slipped away from Malcolm's throat to around the back of his head. As tired as he was, there was no way in hell he was rushing this. He was going to soak up every second and drop of Malcolm's attention and affection.

Malcolm had to pause at the 55 gallon drum remark. He was laughing too hard.

"I'm sorry," he said, burying his face in Raylan's chest, still laughing. "This isn't sexy, but I actually pictured the 55 gallon tub of lube in the corner of the bedroom." He looked up. "What do you do with something like that? Put a doily on top and call it a night stand?" he said, still laughing at the mental image.

Malcolm's laugher made Raylan grin and shrug with his face at the question.

"The answer oughta be obvious. Buy and blow up a kiddie pool and have college girls wrestle in it; sell tickets," he answered with a chuckle.

Malcolm grinned.

"Oh that's why they sell 55 gallon drums of high quality water based lubricant. We're going to be rich," he declared, pressing a kiss to Raylan's sternum right at the base of his throat, then continuing his trip along that line, letting his stomach graze Raylan's cock as he moved.

Raylan's laughter ended in a breath as Malcolm started moving, chin lifting up slightly, briefly before Malcolm started moving down. He was too hard, too ready, to not get some gratification as his hips lifted again into Malcolm's skin, not minding the skip of their skin together.

"Aren't you already rich? Or are you lookin' to be completin' with Bill Gates?" His accent got heavier the more into anything he was, and while his mind provided projected path data, he couldn't dare to hope to dream.

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.

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