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.