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Taking Malcolm's weight a little, Raylan's left hand found its way under Malcolm's jacket so one could spread up towards his shoulders as the other spread down towards his ass, encouraging the press of him as Raylan's tongue flicked across and between Malcolm's lips. Raylan wasn't sure what exactly he wanted beyond more but the growing length in his too fine pants certainly wasn't his gun.

Before Raylan really registered it, his hands were tugging and pulling Malcolm's shirt free, hungry to feel more of the younger man's skin and there was a little sound of throaty victory as his fingers got their first taste.