Malcolm Bright

Raylan lifted his chin a little, lips curling as Malcolm slid over him and his own spreading up and over Malcolm's legs before curing around the high of his ass and around the small of his back. The kiss nudged the hat back a little on Raylan's head anyway but not near enough to knock it off.

He let his hands wander lazily in their kiss until it deepened again, stirring his need back into the forefront. His right came around to brush up Malcolm's stomach and chest before coming back down to collect their cocks in one hand. Reluctantly, his left hand left Malcolm's hip to draw the cold lotion bottle against the man's leg. The click of the lid opening would have felt like it echoed if it weren't for their heavy breaths filling the apartment.