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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
For a second, he was concerned that Malcolm wouldn't be joining him in this totally naked thing and Raylan happily welcomed Malcolm back up to him, hands taking advantage of the lack of pants to run down his hips and legs as far as he could before his body was pushing up into the slide of skin on skin. He moaned softly into the kiss, kissing back with an intense need that had his head lifting a little from the pillow to keep Malcolm's lips firmly against his.
Malcolm squeezed his eyes shut, grunting against Raylan's mouth as the friction sent a more intense shiver of arousal through him. When the kiss broke, he was breathless, pushing himself up with an arm on either side of Raylan's head, looking down into his face for a moment.
"W-wait here," he panted, rolling off of him to go rummage in a dresser drawer. It was probably a good thing they were in his room; he kept the extra bottle of shampoo he pillaged from town in there and needs must where supplies were concerned. There wasn't exactly a reliable sex shop in Mathias or they'd have some decent headboard restraints for his night terrors.
When he made it back to the bed, clambering up onto Raylan again, he kissed him deeply one more time before sitting up, opening the bottle in his hand to slather shampoo up Raylan's length, working him with a couple of slick strokes before he reached back to smear a little on himself. He closed the bottle and tossed it aside, then carefully slid onto Raylan, his full attention on the Marshal's face, even as his breath hitched at the penetration.
The grunt earned a half breathed growl of need that left Raylan's eyes darker under the tilt of his brow as the kiss broke, his hands forcibly loosen from Malcolm so he was able to slip away at all. His head dropped back with heavy breaths, eyes following Malcolm as he moved. No, he liked this. The lines of Malcolm as he moved, the way he looked when he was aroused and ready, the way that Raylan was the reason for it.
He didn't know what was in the bottle Malcolm held specifically, but he knew what it was for. He thought, for some reason, that he'd be scared or awkward about where this was heading but those concerns, practically speaking, fell out a window once he let Malcolm kiss him again.
Raylan slid his hands back up Malcolm's legs as he was climbed over, lips happily stolen up in another kiss, breath a little ragged as Malcolm pulled back, but as soon as those slick fingers wrapped around him, Raylan breathed half a tight sound from the back of his throat, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as his mouth opened, but he wasn't going to miss watching what came next. Hooking his fingers behind Malcolm's knees, he watched with no small amount of lusty fascination as Malcolm positioned and slid onto him. His eyes darted up to Malcolm's face, lips curling with a equally tightly groaned moan as he was taken in. Once Malcolm was fully seated, Raylan shuddered in pleasure, hands sliding up to grip into Malcolm's hips as he lifted his own with a more focused exhale and a softly muttered "Fuck," of sheer sexual delight.
Physics. Biology? Malcolm didn’t have much presence of mind at the moment, as he started moving on Raylan, slow and easy at first, almost a tease to his own urgent need. Raylan’s grip told him this was still okay with him. As he picked up his pace a little, he leaned down to capture Raylan’s mouth in an increasingly messy kiss, his hand slipping between them to work his own length in time.
Things much more easily expected from people who were accustomed to such a joining but there was no rational sense left in Raylan's head to consider it. All he felt, all he was, was a rising need to sink himself into the New Yorker, giving him one of the most intimate sides of himself as he thrust up with a rough sound as he met the kiss. He didn't notice Malcolm's hand until the kiss broke, and he had no control over what came out of his mouth.
"Lean back, I wanna watch you move," he growled, hands sliding up Malcolm's torso to encourage just that.
With Raylan’s initial uncertainty, Malcolm wasn’t expecting boldness, but he gave in to it easily, sitting up to look down at him without losing the rhythm in his hips or his hand.
He wasn’t sure what he’d see on his face when he could watch it like this. His expression was more free than expected. It made Malcolm feel a lot less like he was out on the thin branch now.
It made it a lot easier for him to just give himself over to the pleasure of the act.
There wasn't much about Raylan that was shy and timid and the bedroom was never going to be the place where he started. He had had his reservations, but in hindsight they were silly and childish. Or that was the raw need to watch Malcolm enjoy himself talking.
Either way, Raylan's hands slid back to Malcolm's thighs to grip there and kept his ass tight, giving Malcolm a better platform to move on as he pleased. Raylan liked being used in such a way, ridden like a work horse, driving like one and it had been long enough that any cares he might have had didn't matter. Malcolm cared about him. Wanted him.
The sound of his heavier breaths and the way he looked above Raylan was exactly what he wanted.
Malcolm tilted his head back, squeezing his eyes shut as he drew near climax, his breaths coming in shallow gasps as he tried to hold off a little, but he lacked the practice to exercise that kind of control and he came a moment later, curling in a little with a shudder and a warm spillage across Raylan’s stomach. He rode it out for a moment before picking the rhythm back up, moving on Raylan with a breathless determination.
Raylan couldn't stop himself, hips thrusting up to meet Malcolm and sink himself as deep into the man rode him, a roughly half growled note of pleasure escaping him as Malcolm clenched around him. In the heat of everything, the warmth on his lower stomach was just more arousing and Raylan reached up with one hand to draw Malcolm down into a kiss while the other found his hips, helping encourage the rythem and movement.
Breaking the kiss with another rough sound, Raylan could only mutter a half given warning before he tensed and unloaded into him, body shuddering as he curled into Malcolm as much as he could. There was a passing concern that he shouldn't have came where he did, but the white rolling over his vision didn't leave much room for anything other than bliss. His hips jutted again a few times, like Raylan's body desperately wanted more, wanted to continue despite the exhausted half drunkenness of its host, before he relaxed into the bed a little with a careful look into Malcolm's face.
Malcolm’s face was kiss bruised and his expression was a bit dazed, but also warm and hopefully Raylan would forgive him for looking a little smitten.
He leaned over and gave him one more kiss, relatively chaste but lingering, then pushed himself up off of the marshal, gesturing for him to stay put as Malcolm went to the closet and rummaged around for a towel, wiping himself off with one end before stepping over to clean Raylan up with the other.
“Are you... okay?”
Okay with it or... was Malcolm okay or... he wasn’t even sure exactly what he was asking as he tossed the towel into the corner to be washed later, then crawled back onto the bed to curl up against Raylan’s side.
Raylan's world was still spinning as he was kissed again and there was no attempts to get up. His legs were weak and his heartbeat was pounding in his ears. There was a slight half open mouth attempt at protest but he sank back into the sheets with a breath.
One hand lifted along with his head in surprise at the clean up, but he let Malcolm do it, easily welcoming him back into his arms, one hand wrapping around Malcolm's shoulder while his other settled on Malcolm's forearm with a quiet hum.
"I'm.. perfect," he assured softly. "Are.. are you?" He asked, shifting his head enough to look down at him. Who would have thought that him, Raylan Givens would ever be here and happy about it. He couldn't help but wonder if he'd been okay or not but that.. wasn't a question easily asked.
The question brought the dreamy, smitten smile back for a moment, until he worried about what it looked like and he swallowed it down a bit, looking up to meet Raylan's gaze.
"I'm great," he said honestly. "I'm... really good."
It had been months, even before he arrived in Mathias.
He pressed a kiss to Raylan's shoulder.
"Do you... I mean, it's probably not safe for you to stay up here, huh?"
"Good," he replied, head falling back into the pillows with a soft exhale with the kiss, fully prepared to sink into the feeling of comfort and maybe explain himself a little bit.
Oh. Of course. Maybe time for him to go already.
"Kickin' me out already?" he huffed with a fully convincing tone of levity. "It's definitely not safe for either of us to not be wearin' pants," he admitted, letting go of Malcolm and gently pushing up until he was freed and able to turn and sit on the edge of the bed, already kicking himself as he ran a hand through his hair. "But if Doc and I can contain you without restraints, I'm sure I could handle containin' you with them. Less you'd.. rather not risk it." He had been drinking.
"No, no, no..." slipped out with his breath as soon as Raylan moved away from him. When Raylan reached the edge of the bed with 'Less you'd not risk it' he half sat up. "I mean. I didn't. Mean. Yet. At all. But. I..." He blinked, his eyes a little wide. Get it together, Malcolm.
God, he felt like he was getting ready to have 'SUCKER' slapped on his forehead like a giant sign as he stilled, head turning enough to look over his shoulder at what he could see of the silhouette behind him. But 'Don't go, come back' weren't powerless words and damn, he wanted to. Naked as the day they were born, skin and heat on skin and heat.
After a long moment, he turned his head back and it was with much more deliberate movement that he turned back into bed, reaching down for the sheet to pull up over them as he settled down on his side to face Malcolm.
"... you sure?" There was a lot in that question, a lot of points it covered, but Raylan was here, hesitantly.
When Raylan moved back into the bed, Malcolm let out a visibly shaky breath, taking a couple more fortifying ones to stave off the edges of the panic attack he could feel creeping through him.
He nodded at Raylan’s question, then realized he was still halfway to sitting up and slid back down almost awkwardly.
“I. I was going to ask you to stay up here. All night. But it felt like it wasn’t fair to ask you that, when it’s dangerous. So I tried to make it... less pressuring. But. I reworded it badly. But.” He pressed his hand to his chest and tried another deep breath. “I didn’t... I don’t want you to leave. Please stay.”
He bit his lip, watching Raylan with undisguised longing, still trying to breath around the knot of panic in his core. He felt like he’d give anything in that moment to go back to being held so easily, like he had been a moment ago.
Too intense.
He was worried about ruining everything that came before that misunderstanding with.... all this. All his too big feelings. They’d put people off before. He was worried about ruining any chance that a night like this could happen again.
It was a little frightening, exhilarating - Raylan couldn't decide - that Malcolm was as wound as he was. Dangerous spot he'd gotten himself in, emotionally speaking. He'd already crossed the line; drawing back now or pretending it didn't happen or that it didn't mean anything would be more damaging than anything else.
He didn't want to damage Malcolm any more. He didn't want to make things worse for daring to want something. Whatever Malcolm was offering that wasn't cement.
Raylan's answer was a hand sliding around Malcolm's waist to gently urging him close again, their legs tangling together as Raylan leaned to kiss him with a gentle chasteness that deepened in intensity the longer their lips were together until it broke with a tilt of his head and a breath.
"I don't want to leave. Not just yet and not tonight. It's okay."
Without his medication, Malcolm spiralled fast and hard, but Raylan caught him when he could have run away the way most people ran away.
He couldn’t have blamed him if he’d run away.
Instead his grounding touch yielded an almost immediate easing of tension in Malcolm’s frame and the kiss both stirred his heart and brought some level back to his mind. At some point during it, his hand found its way to grasp Raylan’s shoulder and it stayed there for a moment before it slid to his chest as Malcolm curled back into him.
“I didn’t want to make things complicated,” he murmured. “I just didn’t want it to be over yet. It’s warm here.” He pressed a kiss to Raylan’s collarbone.
Part of him screamed that he should run. That he was laying himself into a trap that would effect him just as much as Winona had but here in Mathis, everything was different. Who was there to judge him or Malcolm for falling in the way they had, for needing a human connection that everyone else needed?
God help anyone who walked in right now though.
It warmed him more, the way that Malcolm melted into him and held onto him like he would save him from some of the storm. Maybe the misunderstanding hadn't fucked anything up. Raylan pressed a kiss into Malcolm's head, arm tightening around him.
"It doesn't have to be complicated. I don't want it to be. I want.." He took a deep breath in and out. "More than I should and less than you want, I think." A succinct way to say it, he thought. "I don't want complicated," he repeated, finding no other way to say it. "And that doesn't mean I just want sex, I don't, I just--" Didn't know what he wanted. "Want this."
Someone who gave a shit against him for a little while. A safe space to be, to relish in the slow exploration of this new and not so new side of himself and all the questions it brought.
Malcolm smiled, lifting his head a little so he could see Raylan's face.
His fingertips traced the line of Raylan's collarbone.
"I'm not going to... get jealous and possessive if that's a concern you have," Malcolm assured him. "I just didn't want you to leave here thinking I didn't want this and then... never offer it again."
Raylan's thumb brushed back and forth against a patch of Malcolm's back, eyes studying the shadowed angles of Malcolm's face below him.
"I don't know that I offered it. Or that you took anything." He quirked a smile. "I want you. Your company." Your care. "You being here. With me." It was an odd, undefined spot but he didn't care. So long as he got to keep doing this.
"I want this." Just in case Malcolm was worried about that. Don't be. He did want this. Everything that Malcolm had to offer.
He hummed into the last kiss and nodded. "Exactly like this. Kisses and all."
Raylan tilted his chin up and into the kisses, hand smoothing up Malcolm's back before breaking away to slide along Malcolm's jaw, turning his face up to Raylan's so he could steal another sweet kiss.
"I'm not goin' anywhere," he promised, letting Malcolm pull away first before he left the bed, hunting for where his boxers and jeans had ended up.
Malcolm pulled on his sweatpants, but left his t-shirt on the floor, crawling eagerly back into the bed, sliding a restraint on one wrist and then the other. They were attached to the headboard, unlike his restraints at home. They weren't likely to make Raylan uncomfortable. Hopefully they would stop Malcolm from breaking Raylan's nose in his sleep.
Once he'd gotten his boxers and jeans back on, Raylan found his shirt and dropped it on the side table. It would look better if he were wearing it, should someone come in, but Raylan didn't care. He had pants on, that's all that mattered. Crawling back in, Raylan pulled the blanket up an settled on his side, arm draping with an easy familiarity back over Malcolm's waist.
"Before you think to ask, no - I'm not gonna regret this in the morin'." Not unless he was given reason to and he didn't think Malcolm would do that. "Even if you pop me in the face," he elaborated with a soft pull of his smile.
That made an almost self-conscious laugh bubble out of Malcolm and he scooted closer, curling up there again, his near hand on Raylan's chest, even though the restraints made the angle a little weird and his other hand resting on the arm at his waist, because it could reach it.
"I'd rather not pop you in the face," he admitted, placing a little kiss on the tip of Raylan's nose. "I kind of like it the way it is."
"I've been told I wear a bruise well, if that makes you feel any better," he huffed, grinning foolishly at the kiss to his nose and the bubbly laugh he'd earned.
Malcolm had to kiss that grin. He had no choice. As he did so, his hand drifted up from Raylan's chest to touch his jaw with just the tips of his fingers and a rustle of the restraint.
If Malcolm hadn't, Raylan fully had growing plans of his own and Raylan hummed a little note as he turned into it. When it broke, he kept his face close and full of warm mirth. "I think you're biased," he whispered, keeping this part of the conversation just for them, even if someone was listening in. It felt like it deserved that privacy.
“It is a subjective opinion, I suppose,” Malcolm agreed just as softly, punctuating it with another gentle kiss before continuing, “but I feel it has a firm basis in fact-based evidence.”
"Science says you have to explore all possibilities," he murmured back. "Or are we abandoning the scientific method out here," he teased, closing the space for another kiss. Why yes, he was going to soak in this like the touch starved man he was, relishing every soft feeling and bit of warmth he could find while it was there.
"We should probably get some sleep," he continued as the kiss broke. "Before dawn starts creepin' up on us. Long day ahead." The town hall, to say nothing of all the things Raylan didn't know they were going to have to face.
He should have lingered here longer and would have, had he known.
With a deep and satisfied breath, Raylan shifted down and snuggled in as far as he could with the restraints, them facing each other and his elbow and all. He could definitely handle more experiments.
Wrapping his free arm around Malcolm, he hummed his agreement. "I'm hopin' he'll go without too much trouble, but if we gotta drag him kickin' and screamin', we will. He doesn't even have to say anythin' though he oughta." He sighed softly, in that same content sleepy way. "A problem for tomorrow though, hmm?"
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
"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.
“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.
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'.
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.
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.
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.
The tease moved slowly into a kept promise as Raylan thrusted, hips slapping against Malcolm's ass as he pushed forward, muttering a soft 'Fuck,' under his breath, fingers drawing down to pull the skin of Malcolm's cock taut in a tease of its own for several long seconds. He couldn't keep himself or his hand still and he worked Malcolm's length in time, his strokes long but with a firm, deep settle. The louder Malcolm got, the harder Raylan drove, completely unbothered by the people in the house that might hear and guess what they were doing.
Fuck it, let them know. What were they going to say without being hypocrites on their face?
"Raylan," he gasped. It was more urgent this time. A plea. A warning. His grasp on Raylan's shoulder tightened and his head tipped back again as he teetered on the edge of climax before spilling over Raylan's hand, twitching and panting, knees tightening against his hips as his body curled in for a moment.
A plea ignored, a warning that only urged him to move faster and harder, his own climax coiling at the base of his spine as he watched with wide, blown out eyes the sight beneath him. It didn't take much longer for Raylan to his his own orgasm, body bowing forward as he unloaded. Desperate in the moment, Raylan stole up Malcolm's lips for a messy kiss as his hips pumped twice more before settling with a weight that suggested he was done. The hand behind his knee came up to bear his weight on it's elbow as he draped his fingers on Malcolm's cheek, breaking the kiss only to collect several more.
He loved this, he loved Malcolm and the idea occurring had him growling softly out of their next kiss. He couldn't say anything about it, just like he couldn't say anything about loving John Henry, but would still bask in the feeling as he slowly allowed Malcolm to orient himself flat and slide Raylan out of him. The Marshal collapsed onto that elbow, body pricked with sweat and his heartbeat drumming in his ears as he propped his forehead against the New Yorkers.
"Stay with me til the sun comes up. Only a few more hours," he panted, eyes closed as he tried to slow his heartrate and catch his breath.
“I’ll stay with you as long as you want,” he promised readily in the wake of the pure affection in the touch and the kisses and the way Raylan stayed in his space. Whenever he wanted, really, if he could bask, breathless, in his warmth like this. He didn’t want to move, but he didn’t want to leave Raylan sticky long enough that it got cold and uncomfortable. He nuzzled against his cheekbone and gave him a gentle, lingering kiss. “I’ll be right back,” he promised, sliding out of his grip just long enough to wet a towel from his drawer with tepid water from the drinking glass on the bedside table, then he returned, carefully cleaning up Raylan and then himself before tossing the towel on the ground with their discarded clothes.
He crawled back along Raylan’s body, nestling in against him when he noticed the red spot on his collarbone and then the bruise on his neck. He set light kisses on each. “You got bruised up. Are you okay? What happened?” he asked with idle curiosity, settling in and letting his fidgety fingers drift along the bruise. There were a lot of ways to accrue minor injuries in this place. He frowned faintly, tilting his head slightly. He was well versed in the pathology of human bite marks. The shape was distinctive. “....Did someone bite you?” Because that was a weird thing for some random person to do.
Nodding at the promise, the reassurance, Raylan only rolled his weight off after the nuzzle and plying kiss, and ended up on his back, one hand draped across the high point of his chest as he caught his breath and let the white at the edges of his vision bleed back into the dark color of the night and of the room.
The tender cleaning was sweet and Raylan hummed as Malcolm went about it, happily collecting his warm weight back against him once it was over. An errant kiss was pressed into Malcolm's hair as he nestled in but the peace and fuzzy afterglow was somewhat shattered with a spike of adrenaline at the question. He'd only started to open his mouth to answer when Malcolm too astute marked the bruise's bite origin.
Shit.
Raylan collected Malcolm's hand and drew it back to the center of his chest with a faint twitch of his brow. "These bruises are.. they're okay. Acceptable." Wanted and earned, but that Raylan didn't add out loud. He just.. wasn't going to answer the bite accusation out of the gate.
"...Oh. Okay," he said uncertainly, though more in the way that he didn't know what to make of it rather than having any undue suspicions. He'd never thought anything of the bruise on Raylan's thigh; the ladder collapsed in the tunnel, he assumed there was a fall. Even the mark on his collarbone could have just been friction burn or something else innocuous. The bite mark was... confusing. But he didn't push it. Raylan was holding him close and it was warm and this hadn't been a one time thing and Raylan was alive and he just wanted to stay there and enjoy it.
"If the weather keeps getting warmer, I'm going to start opening the window at night. Let the breeze in."
It felt like a trap but Raylan was a little relieved - he could still keep this for one more night, nothing was blowing up, his carelessness in need wasn't kicking him in the teeth just yet. The bruise on his hip was easily explained by the tunnels, that was a small lie of omission, not bothering to correct any thought, but this slip, however more honest, didn't feel any better.
Greedy bastard that he was.
Raylan didn't elaborate, thumb brushing back and forth over Malcolm's hand as he took a settling breath. "I'm lookin' forward to spring and summer. It won't be much but it'll be something. New Air. New willow trees too maybe. We can stock up for you."
Malcolm smiled at that thought. They did work hard to try to make him comfortable with the limited resources they had.
“Did you say you’re staying with me tom...” he paused. “It’s probably ‘tonight’ at this point, huh?” he said with a laugh. “Well. Whatever the next sleeping time is.” He leaned up, pressing a kiss to Raylan’s jaw and to his collarbone before laying his head back down on his shoulder.
Whatever they could do and spring didn't come around all the time. Raylan was very comfortable with the idea of being connected to the land, to the seasons. That was in his blood and one of the few things that he was proud of being there.
Raylan smirked. "I suppose 'tonight' is right, but I like tomorrow night. Like we might get some sleep between now and then." Though this had to be the best way to deal with a nightmare - 10/10, would recommend. He hummed shortly, hand running up and down Malcolm's shoulder.
"Unless they insist, yeah. If they insist, they got a reason that I'm better off minding. You're a calmin' presence, belonging here and all." Which was to say, they didn't see his oddities as burdens. He wasn't a burden.
Malcolm's smile was utterly charmed and he set his head back down on Raylan's shoulder, snuggling back up against him, dopey, happy smile still on his face, fingers fidgeting at his sternum.
"Do you think you can sleep some more?"
He should sleep some more, if he could bear to. Malcolm would look after him this time. "You might wake up to breakfast," he added, to sweeten the deal. "Doc made grits when you were gone but the food is back so we can have eggs."
"Mmm," he rumbled, smile staying lazily broad as his thumb brushed back and forth over Malcolm's shoulder. "That kinda attention makes it hard to say no."
Typical man. Ready to roll over and go to sleep only to wake up and eat until he's sated again. He wasn't ignorant to the raw luxury that was for them here but that only made him want to soak in it more.
"Throw toast in there and I won't have a choice. Especially if you're gonna stay for a little longer."
"I love some toast." Just in case that was still a question.
The smile cheeked into a broader one as he rolled into Malcolm again, off arm coming around so that he could lean in and kiss him with a soft hum. "Then lets get up on the bed properly. Maybe up under a blanket or somethin' so we can snuggle in. Though, I warn you, let me get too far under, you might find it hard to slip away."
Malcolm laughed almost self-consciously, reaching for Raylan as he tucked up against him.
“Really?” A few weeks ago he would have never thought... well, anyone would say that, really. But especially Raylan. “Then you should do it some more,” he suggested.
"Mm, happily so," Raylan hummed, a chuckle behind the words as he bent in to do just that. It would take him a few more long seconds of that before he settled his head down onto the pillow and sighed a deep, rare sigh of contentment.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"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.
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He was more than eager to let Malcolm continue.
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"W-wait here," he panted, rolling off of him to go rummage in a dresser drawer. It was probably a good thing they were in his room; he kept the extra bottle of shampoo he pillaged from town in there and needs must where supplies were concerned. There wasn't exactly a reliable sex shop in Mathias or they'd have some decent headboard restraints for his night terrors.
When he made it back to the bed, clambering up onto Raylan again, he kissed him deeply one more time before sitting up, opening the bottle in his hand to slather shampoo up Raylan's length, working him with a couple of slick strokes before he reached back to smear a little on himself. He closed the bottle and tossed it aside, then carefully slid onto Raylan, his full attention on the Marshal's face, even as his breath hitched at the penetration.
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He didn't know what was in the bottle Malcolm held specifically, but he knew what it was for. He thought, for some reason, that he'd be scared or awkward about where this was heading but those concerns, practically speaking, fell out a window once he let Malcolm kiss him again.
Raylan slid his hands back up Malcolm's legs as he was climbed over, lips happily stolen up in another kiss, breath a little ragged as Malcolm pulled back, but as soon as those slick fingers wrapped around him, Raylan breathed half a tight sound from the back of his throat, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as his mouth opened, but he wasn't going to miss watching what came next. Hooking his fingers behind Malcolm's knees, he watched with no small amount of lusty fascination as Malcolm positioned and slid onto him. His eyes darted up to Malcolm's face, lips curling with a equally tightly groaned moan as he was taken in. Once Malcolm was fully seated, Raylan shuddered in pleasure, hands sliding up to grip into Malcolm's hips as he lifted his own with a more focused exhale and a softly muttered "Fuck," of sheer sexual delight.
How did this feel this good?
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"Lean back, I wanna watch you move," he growled, hands sliding up Malcolm's torso to encourage just that.
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He wasn’t sure what he’d see on his face when he could watch it like this. His expression was more free than expected. It made Malcolm feel a lot less like he was out on the thin branch now.
It made it a lot easier for him to just give himself over to the pleasure of the act.
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Either way, Raylan's hands slid back to Malcolm's thighs to grip there and kept his ass tight, giving Malcolm a better platform to move on as he pleased. Raylan liked being used in such a way, ridden like a work horse, driving like one and it had been long enough that any cares he might have had didn't matter. Malcolm cared about him. Wanted him.
The sound of his heavier breaths and the way he looked above Raylan was exactly what he wanted.
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Breaking the kiss with another rough sound, Raylan could only mutter a half given warning before he tensed and unloaded into him, body shuddering as he curled into Malcolm as much as he could. There was a passing concern that he shouldn't have came where he did, but the white rolling over his vision didn't leave much room for anything other than bliss. His hips jutted again a few times, like Raylan's body desperately wanted more, wanted to continue despite the exhausted half drunkenness of its host, before he relaxed into the bed a little with a careful look into Malcolm's face.
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He leaned over and gave him one more kiss, relatively chaste but lingering, then pushed himself up off of the marshal, gesturing for him to stay put as Malcolm went to the closet and rummaged around for a towel, wiping himself off with one end before stepping over to clean Raylan up with the other.
“Are you... okay?”
Okay with it or... was Malcolm okay or... he wasn’t even sure exactly what he was asking as he tossed the towel into the corner to be washed later, then crawled back onto the bed to curl up against Raylan’s side.
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One hand lifted along with his head in surprise at the clean up, but he let Malcolm do it, easily welcoming him back into his arms, one hand wrapping around Malcolm's shoulder while his other settled on Malcolm's forearm with a quiet hum.
"I'm.. perfect," he assured softly. "Are.. are you?" He asked, shifting his head enough to look down at him. Who would have thought that him, Raylan Givens would ever be here and happy about it. He couldn't help but wonder if he'd been okay or not but that.. wasn't a question easily asked.
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"I'm great," he said honestly. "I'm... really good."
It had been months, even before he arrived in Mathias.
He pressed a kiss to Raylan's shoulder.
"Do you... I mean, it's probably not safe for you to stay up here, huh?"
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Oh. Of course. Maybe time for him to go already.
"Kickin' me out already?" he huffed with a fully convincing tone of levity. "It's definitely not safe for either of us to not be wearin' pants," he admitted, letting go of Malcolm and gently pushing up until he was freed and able to turn and sit on the edge of the bed, already kicking himself as he ran a hand through his hair. "But if Doc and I can contain you without restraints, I'm sure I could handle containin' you with them. Less you'd.. rather not risk it." He had been drinking.
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"Don't go," he said quietly. "Come back."
A beat.
"For a bit."
Another beat.
"Unless... you don't want to."
Yet another beat.
"Pants can wait; I'm not. Sleepy."
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After a long moment, he turned his head back and it was with much more deliberate movement that he turned back into bed, reaching down for the sheet to pull up over them as he settled down on his side to face Malcolm.
"... you sure?" There was a lot in that question, a lot of points it covered, but Raylan was here, hesitantly.
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He nodded at Raylan’s question, then realized he was still halfway to sitting up and slid back down almost awkwardly.
“I. I was going to ask you to stay up here. All night. But it felt like it wasn’t fair to ask you that, when it’s dangerous. So I tried to make it... less pressuring. But. I reworded it badly. But.” He pressed his hand to his chest and tried another deep breath. “I didn’t... I don’t want you to leave. Please stay.”
He bit his lip, watching Raylan with undisguised longing, still trying to breath around the knot of panic in his core. He felt like he’d give anything in that moment to go back to being held so easily, like he had been a moment ago.
Too intense.
He was worried about ruining everything that came before that misunderstanding with.... all this. All his too big feelings. They’d put people off before. He was worried about ruining any chance that a night like this could happen again.
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He didn't want to damage Malcolm any more. He didn't want to make things worse for daring to want something. Whatever Malcolm was offering that wasn't cement.
Raylan's answer was a hand sliding around Malcolm's waist to gently urging him close again, their legs tangling together as Raylan leaned to kiss him with a gentle chasteness that deepened in intensity the longer their lips were together until it broke with a tilt of his head and a breath.
"I don't want to leave. Not just yet and not tonight. It's okay."
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He couldn’t have blamed him if he’d run away.
Instead his grounding touch yielded an almost immediate easing of tension in Malcolm’s frame and the kiss both stirred his heart and brought some level back to his mind. At some point during it, his hand found its way to grasp Raylan’s shoulder and it stayed there for a moment before it slid to his chest as Malcolm curled back into him.
“I didn’t want to make things complicated,” he murmured. “I just didn’t want it to be over yet. It’s warm here.” He pressed a kiss to Raylan’s collarbone.
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God help anyone who walked in right now though.
It warmed him more, the way that Malcolm melted into him and held onto him like he would save him from some of the storm. Maybe the misunderstanding hadn't fucked anything up. Raylan pressed a kiss into Malcolm's head, arm tightening around him.
"It doesn't have to be complicated. I don't want it to be. I want.." He took a deep breath in and out. "More than I should and less than you want, I think." A succinct way to say it, he thought. "I don't want complicated," he repeated, finding no other way to say it. "And that doesn't mean I just want sex, I don't, I just--" Didn't know what he wanted. "Want this."
Someone who gave a shit against him for a little while. A safe space to be, to relish in the slow exploration of this new and not so new side of himself and all the questions it brought.
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His fingertips traced the line of Raylan's collarbone.
"I'm not going to... get jealous and possessive if that's a concern you have," Malcolm assured him. "I just didn't want you to leave here thinking I didn't want this and then... never offer it again."
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"I don't know that I offered it. Or that you took anything." He quirked a smile. "I want you. Your company." Your care. "You being here. With me." It was an odd, undefined spot but he didn't care. So long as he got to keep doing this.
"I want this." Just in case Malcolm was worried about that. Don't be. He did want this. Everything that Malcolm had to offer.
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"So... if we put pants on, we can come straight back here like this?"
His body was still a flight risk but he was not done basking in Raylan's warmth like the happiest lizard in the world.
He brushed his nose along the side of Raylan's jaw, then set a couple of kisses along it.
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Raylan tilted his chin up and into the kisses, hand smoothing up Malcolm's back before breaking away to slide along Malcolm's jaw, turning his face up to Raylan's so he could steal another sweet kiss.
"I'm not goin' anywhere," he promised, letting Malcolm pull away first before he left the bed, hunting for where his boxers and jeans had ended up.
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"Before you think to ask, no - I'm not gonna regret this in the morin'." Not unless he was given reason to and he didn't think Malcolm would do that. "Even if you pop me in the face," he elaborated with a soft pull of his smile.
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"I'd rather not pop you in the face," he admitted, placing a little kiss on the tip of Raylan's nose. "I kind of like it the way it is."
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"You might like it better that way, who knows."
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"No, it's already perfect," he murmured.
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"We should probably get some sleep," he continued as the kiss broke. "Before dawn starts creepin' up on us. Long day ahead." The town hall, to say nothing of all the things Raylan didn't know they were going to have to face.
He should have lingered here longer and would have, had he known.
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At Raylan’s suggestion, he nodded, giving him one more gentle but lingering kiss before curling up against him.
“Sleep is important,” he agreed softly. “It might take all our combined strength to drag Doc to the meeting.”
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Wrapping his free arm around Malcolm, he hummed his agreement. "I'm hopin' he'll go without too much trouble, but if we gotta drag him kickin' and screamin', we will. He doesn't even have to say anythin' though he oughta." He sighed softly, in that same content sleepy way. "A problem for tomorrow though, hmm?"
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He tilted his head up to press a soft kiss to Raylan's jaw and then another before tucking his head back down.
"Sleep well," he said. "For a few hours, anyway, but you can have the whole bed when I get up."
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"I'd say the same but.. I hope you get a few moments of peace in all of it. See you in a bit darlin'."
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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.
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"Just lock the door. I keep all the extra shampoo in that drawer," he said, letting go with one hand to point.
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"Better," he muttered. Now no one could just walk in on what was about to happen.
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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'.
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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.
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Fuck it, let them know. What were they going to say without being hypocrites on their face?
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He loved this, he loved Malcolm and the idea occurring had him growling softly out of their next kiss. He couldn't say anything about it, just like he couldn't say anything about loving John Henry, but would still bask in the feeling as he slowly allowed Malcolm to orient himself flat and slide Raylan out of him. The Marshal collapsed onto that elbow, body pricked with sweat and his heartbeat drumming in his ears as he propped his forehead against the New Yorkers.
"Stay with me til the sun comes up. Only a few more hours," he panted, eyes closed as he tried to slow his heartrate and catch his breath.
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“I’ll stay with you as long as you want,” he promised readily in the wake of the pure affection in the touch and the kisses and the way Raylan stayed in his space. Whenever he wanted, really, if he could bask, breathless, in his warmth like this. He didn’t want to move, but he didn’t want to leave Raylan sticky long enough that it got cold and uncomfortable. He nuzzled against his cheekbone and gave him a gentle, lingering kiss. “I’ll be right back,” he promised, sliding out of his grip just long enough to wet a towel from his drawer with tepid water from the drinking glass on the bedside table, then he returned, carefully cleaning up Raylan and then himself before tossing the towel on the ground with their discarded clothes.
He crawled back along Raylan’s body, nestling in against him when he noticed the red spot on his collarbone and then the bruise on his neck. He set light kisses on each. “You got bruised up. Are you okay? What happened?” he asked with idle curiosity, settling in and letting his fidgety fingers drift along the bruise. There were a lot of ways to accrue minor injuries in this place. He frowned faintly, tilting his head slightly. He was well versed in the pathology of human bite marks. The shape was distinctive. “....Did someone bite you?” Because that was a weird thing for some random person to do.
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The tender cleaning was sweet and Raylan hummed as Malcolm went about it, happily collecting his warm weight back against him once it was over. An errant kiss was pressed into Malcolm's hair as he nestled in but the peace and fuzzy afterglow was somewhat shattered with a spike of adrenaline at the question. He'd only started to open his mouth to answer when Malcolm too astute marked the bruise's bite origin.
Shit.
Raylan collected Malcolm's hand and drew it back to the center of his chest with a faint twitch of his brow. "These bruises are.. they're okay. Acceptable." Wanted and earned, but that Raylan didn't add out loud. He just.. wasn't going to answer the bite accusation out of the gate.
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"If the weather keeps getting warmer, I'm going to start opening the window at night. Let the breeze in."
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It felt like a trap but Raylan was a little relieved - he could still keep this for one more night, nothing was blowing up, his carelessness in need wasn't kicking him in the teeth just yet. The bruise on his hip was easily explained by the tunnels, that was a small lie of omission, not bothering to correct any thought, but this slip, however more honest, didn't feel any better.
Greedy bastard that he was.
Raylan didn't elaborate, thumb brushing back and forth over Malcolm's hand as he took a settling breath. "I'm lookin' forward to spring and summer. It won't be much but it'll be something. New Air. New willow trees too maybe. We can stock up for you."
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“Did you say you’re staying with me tom...” he paused. “It’s probably ‘tonight’ at this point, huh?” he said with a laugh. “Well. Whatever the next sleeping time is.” He leaned up, pressing a kiss to Raylan’s jaw and to his collarbone before laying his head back down on his shoulder.
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Raylan smirked. "I suppose 'tonight' is right, but I like tomorrow night. Like we might get some sleep between now and then." Though this had to be the best way to deal with a nightmare - 10/10, would recommend. He hummed shortly, hand running up and down Malcolm's shoulder.
"Unless they insist, yeah. If they insist, they got a reason that I'm better off minding. You're a calmin' presence, belonging here and all." Which was to say, they didn't see his oddities as burdens. He wasn't a burden.
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"I'm calming?"
Literally nobody had ever called him that before.
"Like.... you feel calmer now because of me?"
He sure never felt calm. He felt like he was full of bees all the time.
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"You bein' here is right, somehow. I would be less calm without you here. If that makes sense."
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"Do you think you can sleep some more?"
He should sleep some more, if he could bear to. Malcolm would look after him this time. "You might wake up to breakfast," he added, to sweeten the deal. "Doc made grits when you were gone but the food is back so we can have eggs."
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Typical man. Ready to roll over and go to sleep only to wake up and eat until he's sated again. He wasn't ignorant to the raw luxury that was for them here but that only made him want to soak in it more.
"Throw toast in there and I won't have a choice. Especially if you're gonna stay for a little longer."
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He looked up at Raylan's face. "I can't leave yet. It's warm and you want me here."
And he was alive. And he was smiling.
"Plus the sun hasn't come up."
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The smile cheeked into a broader one as he rolled into Malcolm again, off arm coming around so that he could lean in and kiss him with a soft hum. "Then lets get up on the bed properly. Maybe up under a blanket or somethin' so we can snuggle in. Though, I warn you, let me get too far under, you might find it hard to slip away."
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"Am I in danger of being pinned?" he asked suggestively. "Is 'oh no' the appropriate response? I'm not feeling that," he teased.
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"Only if you ask nicely.. Or even if you don't. I do like kissin' you."
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“Really?” A few weeks ago he would have never thought... well, anyone would say that, really. But especially Raylan. “Then you should do it some more,” he suggested.
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No, this wasn't so bad at all.