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.