Malcolm Bright

There was something amazingly hot about that drop back of Malcolm's head, and Raylan was almost reluctant to look down so he could make as little as mess as possible, hissing with a soft breath at the contrast of temperatures and groaning tightly from the back of his throat at the new level of slickness around them. With that help, Raylan could pump them a little more quickly in a tighter fist. With a click of the lid and his free hand, Raylan reached up for Malcolm, pulling him back down into a hungry kiss as his hand worked their lengths.