Malcolm tilted his head back, squeezing his eyes shut as he drew near climax, his breaths coming in shallow gasps as he tried to hold off a little, but he lacked the practice to exercise that kind of control and he came a moment later, curling in a little with a shudder and a warm spillage across Raylan’s stomach. He rode it out for a moment before picking the rhythm back up, moving on Raylan with a breathless determination.