This time, Raylan needed the brief break from Malcolm's lips and the heady heat of their kiss, hazel eyes staying low as he looked over the angles of Malcolm's neck, the definition of his chest and the cut of his hips. His fingers drifted up and down over that long patch of Malcolm's skin, throat bobbing with a faint lift of his chin as he swallowed thickly again.

Nodding mutely, Raylan finally lifted his still hungry gaze back up to meet Malcolm's, wanting to watch the reaction of his wandering knuckles as the vertical path took to a horizontal one, unfamiliar fingers drifting into the soft hair to find and drift up Malcolm's cock, half touching his own as he went.

"Tell me if I do somethin' wrong," he said, words only managing to get through the tightness in his throat.