Malcolm Bright

Pulling up a few of his own, Raylan got the edges that were otherwise blendable across his skin but that he could totally feel regardless, tossing them onto the table with the others as his hands settled back on Malcolm's hips.

The question was considered, disregarded, considered again, and ruminated on in the span of a second as Raylan bobbed his head to one side with a pull of his smile. "I don't object to the position you're in, but eventually..." Said with a run of his hands up Malcolm's legs and around his back.

"You're a very good lap warmer," he teased with a pull of a smile.