Malcolm Bright

In the time it took Malcolm's trousers and underwear to hit the floor in a pool around his feet, he'd already forgotten about them. If he tried to take a step, he'd probably trip over them. For the time being, though, he was content to let his fingers wander down the lean ridges of Raylan's chest and stomach. As Raylan's hand shifted around Malcolm's hip and lingered there, Malcolm glanced up at Raylan's face, checking in before proceeding.

"Okay?" he murmured.

Just to make sure.