Raylan couldn't stop himself, hips thrusting up to meet Malcolm and sink himself as deep into the man rode him, a roughly half growled note of pleasure escaping him as Malcolm clenched around him. In the heat of everything, the warmth on his lower stomach was just more arousing and Raylan reached up with one hand to draw Malcolm down into a kiss while the other found his hips, helping encourage the rythem and movement.

Breaking the kiss with another rough sound, Raylan could only mutter a half given warning before he tensed and unloaded into him, body shuddering as he curled into Malcolm as much as he could. There was a passing concern that he shouldn't have came where he did, but the white rolling over his vision didn't leave much room for anything other than bliss. His hips jutted again a few times, like Raylan's body desperately wanted more, wanted to continue despite the exhausted half drunkenness of its host, before he relaxed into the bed a little with a careful look into Malcolm's face.