Malcolm Bright

With a faint jump of a shiver in the low of his stomach as Malcolm's knuckles brush against him and opened too hot skin to the cool air of the apartment, Raylan stopped them against the arm of the couch and broke the kiss with a rough little sound he himself didn't hear. It was only to pull back a fraction and look down to locate where the hell the button and latch that should precede it on Malcolm's pants were before popping them and toeing off his shoes that were mindlessly pushed out of his way and under the couch.

As lean as Raylan was, the waist of his pants against his hips was normally the only thing keeping his pants on if he didn't have a belt. The well tailored trousers were a little better, but once the button was popped, it was something else entirely that was keeping them held up - the choice to not wear anything under his suit had been a good one.