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.