Things much more easily expected from people who were accustomed to such a joining but there was no rational sense left in Raylan's head to consider it. All he felt, all he was, was a rising need to sink himself into the New Yorker, giving him one of the most intimate sides of himself as he thrust up with a rough sound as he met the kiss. He didn't notice Malcolm's hand until the kiss broke, and he had no control over what came out of his mouth.

"Lean back, I wanna watch you move," he growled, hands sliding up Malcolm's torso to encourage just that.