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[tinstar]

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[abrightboy]

[From here.]

Malcolm gasped against Raylan's mouth as he rolled onto him and once his hand was free, he slid his fingers up into Raylan's hair. His still restrained hand could just reach Raylan's ribs and he pulled at his shirt, trying to yank it from his waistband with his limited range of movement.

[tinstar]

The gasp was markedly different from the ones Raylan usually heard, those ones of him pulling out of a terrible darkness, and this one set something in him on fire. He quickly helped by tugging up the back most of his shirts out of his pants before shifting his weight onto his arm so he could free Malcolm's other hand. The kiss had to break so he could pull back enough to figure out what he was doing, bangs already dislodged and falling into his face but as soon as the hand was free, he was bending back down to slide his non weight bearing hand up and under Malcolm's shirt, letting his fingers play over the knife of his side.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm could feel his heart pounding in his chest when Raylan looked at him like that, his hand like fire on his skin under his shirt. He just held his gaze for a long moment, pupils blown, letting his hand slide from his hair down his cheek to his jaw. Then, with both hands, reached over his shoulders to pull his shirts up and off over his head.

[tinstar]

He liked the way this looked on Malcolm, all wide eyes and lips that begged to be kiss bruised, breath appropriately edging towards a heavy pant that had nothing to do with nightmares at all. He liked the way Malcolm looked at him right now and turned his face into Malcolm's palm as it moved, eyes locked onto his.

Curving his back, Raylan retracted enough to help Malcolm get the layers off him and wasted no time in pushing up the overly large t-shirt that would have separated them off Malcolm in return before sinking down with a throaty note of appreciation at the way their chests felt together.

[abrightboy]

When Raylan's skin met his, he wasted no time leaning up to claim the other man's mouth with an even greater urgency, hand sliding back up into his hair. His other hand slid up and across Raylan's back as his hips lifted against him, the friction through his trackpants making him moan into the kiss.

[tinstar]

There was always a certain point in this kind of situation where Raylan's brain shut totally off. The way Malcolm grabbed his back and rolled into him was it.

Raylan's hand tightened on him, hips rolling forward in kind and he breathed a rough note at what he felt, both his and Malcolm's. Pulling back a little, he tugged at his belt and pulled it free to toss to the side before it did any damage. There wasn't a second to waste in rolling himself back down against Malcolm and kissing him again, hand moving back down and around to the base of his spine, fingers threatening to tuck under Malcolm's waistband before he rolled them over so Malcolm was on top of him.

[abrightboy]

Suddenly Malcolm found himself with his knees on either side of Raylan’s hips, most of his weight still on the marshal’s chest, gripping his upper arms as he’d done at some point in the roll, to steady himself.

He broke the kiss to lift his head as they landed, looking down into Raylan’s face.

When did that face become one of the safest places in his life?

“Hi,” he murmured, letting go of his arms so one hand could take his weight while the other reached up to thread through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead even as Malcolm’s own hair fell in front of his face. Fingertips trailed his cheekbone and then his jaw, lingering under his chin as Malcolm leaned in for a slower, deeper kiss.

[tinstar]

This felt better, giving himself up to Malcolm and the speed and lines the New Yorker may have had. It didn't hurt that he'd thought about what Malcolm would look like propped up over him like this and now that both his hands were free from weight bearing, he could slowly run them up Malcolm's back and explore the firm muscles he found there. His head drummed with the kisses and the heat left in their wake, though Malcolm could have just been superheating the moonshine in his system.

"Hey," he murmured back, unashamedly enjoying the way Malcolm seemed to be looking through his masks and bullshit. The fingers under his chin made him lift his face a fraction, happy to be moved into whatever position Malcolm wanted to meet the kiss. His hands paused their exploration for a moment as he breathed Malcolm and his taste in, but slipped back around the smaller man in an almost possessive embrace.

Beautiful, was the answer of how Malcolm looked, wild hairs and all.

[abrightboy]

Raylan's arms around him felt... safe and right. He lifted his head again when the kiss broke, watching his face for another moment, before sitting up, still straddling his hips, shifting just enough to create a little friction and to reach the button and zipper of Raylan's jeans. His fingers brushed Raylan's stomach and he looked up at his face from under his brow and that veil of hair hanging across one eye as he popped the button, to see how he felt about that before he started working the zipper open.

[tinstar]

Raylan's hands felt too rough against Malcolm's skin, like their skin reflected their class. Like his bloody angry hands didn't deserve to run along marbled silk, like he'd dirty Malcolm with touch alone. But something in him revealed in that as much as it mocked him, as much as it thrilled him, and they moved down to settle on his thighs as Malcolm sat up and back. The shifting made his hips lift up with a short sharp breath, stomach fluttering under the passing touch, and he kept his eyes up on Malcolm's face, chin falling in the barest nod of encouragement.

He was more than eager to let Malcolm continue.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm's breath hitched at the encouragement and he slid down a bit more, pulling the zipper down and then leaning over to press a kiss to his stomach before reaching for his waistband and shimmying his jeans and boxers down over his hips so he could yank them down off his legs.

[tinstar]

His hands shifted into the bedsheets as Malcolm moved and he couldn't stop the half hitched moan of a breath that slipped out with the kiss on his stomach, lifting his hips to facilitate the stripping. Raylan expected himself to be embarrassed at this point and he was, but not so much that it mattered in the slightest. There was no hiding or arguing against the full staff erection he was sporting and he wasn't about to rescind any permissions given. But Malcolm was running the show right now and Raylan watched him with dark eyes and a heavy breath, perverted curious what came next.

[abrightboy]

What looked like 'running the show' was more 'giving in to a building need' but it still saw him tossing Raylan's pants onto the floor and then wriggling out of his sweatpants and throwing them in the pile. He shifted and made his way back up Raylan's body, kissing him gently, and then almost immediately more urgently as his hips moved to cause skin on skin friction between them.

Polite movement of sexy times

[tinstar]

He'd thought about it more than once since it had happened the first time, every time he laid eyes on Malcolm there was a flash of him on top of Raylan, riding him with a free abandon that needed to be on Malcolm's face much more often. The chances to steal these kinds of moments were rare.

He should have stopped to think about the marks across his body that Malcolm might see in the ambient light of the room. He didn't.

Sinking back with a pleased sigh into their kiss, Raylan ran his hands over Malcolm's ass, gripping and lifting his hips before moving them back up to start pushing Malcolm's t-shirt off. Of course he wanted to do it again - there was no amount of not doing it that would take back their first time or the fact that he was allowing any of this at all. He felt loved and cared for right now and frankly, he wanted to show his appreciation in the dirtiest possible ways.

[abrightboy]

Loved and cared for were exactly what Raylan was and Malcolm shifted easily to help get his shirt off and cast it aside before grappling with Raylan's, tugging at it eagerly and throwing it away once it was pulled free so he could sink back onto Raylan, skin against skin, to kiss him again.

[tinstar]

Lifting and shifting, Raylan helped wiggle his shirt off, sighing into the kiss that followed as his hands ran up Malcolm's back. They moved back down again, pushing his sweatpants down so Raylan could grab his ass and roll them over. With Malcolm underneath him, he pulled back, breaking the kiss and peeled the sweatpants off, tossing them to the side before tugging and pulling at his own jeans, pausing to kick off his boots. Once he was as naked as he wanted to be, Raylan came back, settling between Malcolm's legs as he came down for another kiss, humming shortly at the bump and rub of their bodies together as one hand moved up Malcolm's side. He couldn't help the tilt of his hips, subtly eager to enjoy the soft friction of their own bodies around their dicks.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm laughed softly and with quiet delight at being rolled over, eagerly meeting the next kiss, his legs sliding up to wrap around Raylan’s waist. It made his hips tip at a different angle, changing the way the friction hit as his hand slid up into Raylan’s hair.

[tinstar]

Humming hungrily, Raylan lifted his head at a glance at the door before hanging his head back down to look into Malcolm's face. "You stay.. right here. Tell me what to get and I'll lock the door on my way back," he husked, panting softly.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm reached for him, cupping his face.

"Just lock the door. I keep all the extra shampoo in that drawer," he said, letting go with one hand to point.

[tinstar]

"Split the work, right," he breathed, stealing another short kiss before pushing himself up and padding towards the door to lock it gently so as to make as little noise as possible. The bruise on his hip from several days ago was only just starting to fade from ugliness to match the shadow on his neck and on the back of his wrists moved with him as he came back, happily settling back into where he was before.

"Better," he muttered. Now no one could just walk in on what was about to happen.

[abrightboy]

“Much better,” Malcolm agreed, reaching for him as he approached, eager to feel his skin against his own skin again, sitting up as far as he had to to claim a hungry kiss.

[tinstar]

Raylan lingered in the kiss for a few seconds, nudging and breaking and reengaging it as his hand slid down Malcolm's side, hand tucking around his hip and tugging down as he pushed forwards. The rub of it was enough to make him pull back and fumble for the shampoo bottle. Popping it open, Raylan poured some into his palm and slicked himself before adding another dollop onto his fingers to smear against Malcolm. His hand slid up around Malcolm's balls, letting them fall as he stroked Malcolm from base to tip as he positioned himself and started pushing himself in with a tight but unevenly breathed groan.

He knew what this felt like now and there were no internal questions this time as his clean hand slid up the back of Malcolm's thigh until it hooked behind his knee as Raylan started moving. He started slow, but it was only going to take a few sounds from the man below him for that speed to pick up a little to a new 'slow'.

[abrightboy]

That hand on him, the passing stroke it gave him almost shorted out his brain on its own and drew a sharp gasp that was definitely not a protest. Watching him slick himself up was its own hot coiling of anticipation and when Raylan pushed into him, Malcolm couldn’t help a faint moan of his name, his head tilting back as Raylan began to move, one hand raking through his own hair as the other fumbled for and grasped Raylan’s shoulder.

[tinstar]

God he loved the way that sounded coming out of Malcolm's mouth, a breathy prayer, a heady compliment and Raylan groaned his own soft approval at it as Malcolm's hand found his shoulder. His weight was bore on his knees and the one hand under Malcolm's knee that bent him backwards, so Raylan used that leverage to keep his pace even. This wasn't a race to orgasm, this was a hedonistic appreciation of this new thing he was doing.

He stroked Malcolm slowly, hips moving almost teasingly to the both of them, not burying himself hilt deep just yet. No, he wanted to find out what Malcolm look and sounded like begging for more, whether he used his words or not.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm couldn't help the increasingly vocal gasp each stroke and thrust dragged out of him, his free hand fumbling for purchase anywhere and finding it splayed across Raylan's collarbone. His eyes fell to the marshal's face and the desire there was a drug all on its own. Unable to make coherent words, he nodded breathlessly as Raylan pushed into him, the only way he could communicate 'yes', 'that' and 'more' in any understandable way, his knees gripping Raylan's hips as they moved.