There wasn't much about Raylan that was shy and timid and the bedroom was never going to be the place where he started. He had had his reservations, but in hindsight they were silly and childish. Or that was the raw need to watch Malcolm enjoy himself talking.

Either way, Raylan's hands slid back to Malcolm's thighs to grip there and kept his ass tight, giving Malcolm a better platform to move on as he pleased. Raylan liked being used in such a way, ridden like a work horse, driving like one and it had been long enough that any cares he might have had didn't matter. Malcolm cared about him. Wanted him.

The sound of his heavier breaths and the way he looked above Raylan was exactly what he wanted.