Raylan's fist moved steadily, gaining a sense for so much in one hand and keeping the pressure on the lighter side - there was nothing great about friction burns, but right now it and every other touch they were sharing was too good to stop just yet. Malcolm's hand on the small of his back made Raylan struggle between wanting to be right against him and wanting to keep exploring their combined shape, earning him a nice curve of Raylan's body as he balanced that out.

With a subtle shiver, Raylan broke the kiss but there was no chance of him going anywhere or too far away from Malcolm's lips. "You're gonna have to bring out whatever fancy liquid silk passes for lotion. If being a teenager taught me anything." The streak of precum that had been slick a few pumps before had already dissipated and he wanted to enjoy this to it's fullest.