With Raylan’s initial uncertainty, Malcolm wasn’t expecting boldness, but he gave in to it easily, sitting up to look down at him without losing the rhythm in his hips or his hand.

He wasn’t sure what he’d see on his face when he could watch it like this. His expression was more free than expected. It made Malcolm feel a lot less like he was out on the thin branch now.

It made it a lot easier for him to just give himself over to the pleasure of the act.