His strokes weren't frantic or meant to race them towards any edge, and he kept them evenly measured as he turned his hand a little with some of his strokes, letting their tips push through the ring of his fingers together. He was nothing if not attentive, even to himself. There was a lot more here to enjoy than the happy ending.

He couldn't bring himself to break the kiss yet but when it finally did, Raylan slid his hand down Malcolm's neck, thumb brushing along his collarbone and the inner edge of his throat as dark unwavering eyes watched him in all his short breathed, needy glory.