Lifting and shifting, Raylan helped wiggle his shirt off, sighing into the kiss that followed as his hands ran up Malcolm's back. They moved back down again, pushing his sweatpants down so Raylan could grab his ass and roll them over. With Malcolm underneath him, he pulled back, breaking the kiss and peeled the sweatpants off, tossing them to the side before tugging and pulling at his own jeans, pausing to kick off his boots. Once he was as naked as he wanted to be, Raylan came back, settling between Malcolm's legs as he came down for another kiss, humming shortly at the bump and rub of their bodies together as one hand moved up Malcolm's side. He couldn't help the tilt of his hips, subtly eager to enjoy the soft friction of their own bodies around their dicks.