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.