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.