Malcolm Bright

There was a rough kind of groan from Raylan as their bare chests came together and his hand cupped around Malcolm's face as he leaned into the kiss, off hand keeping their hips together as his own lifted a little in response to Malcolm's touch. His fingers found Malcolm's pant line and played with the skin there, not brave enough to be the first to pop pants buttons, but enjoying everything they were doing, regardless.

Even Raylan's body wasn't sure what it wanted, besides more bare contact. He was flying as blind as a virgin at the moment, and willingly losing himself to it.