Malcolm Bright

Raylan kept his pace, dark eyes locked on Malcolm's too blue ones, no mind give to what, technically they were doing, and more to what he was feeling.

"Part of me has wanted to kiss you to lookin' just like that since the first night you spent with me," he admitted roughly, stomach jerking slightly at the buck of Malcolm's hips. That's what he wanted, the taste for it somehow left on his tongue without a kiss to put it there.