Raylan lingered in the kiss for a few seconds, nudging and breaking and reengaging it as his hand slid down Malcolm's side, hand tucking around his hip and tugging down as he pushed forwards. The rub of it was enough to make him pull back and fumble for the shampoo bottle. Popping it open, Raylan poured some into his palm and slicked himself before adding another dollop onto his fingers to smear against Malcolm. His hand slid up around Malcolm's balls, letting them fall as he stroked Malcolm from base to tip as he positioned himself and started pushing himself in with a tight but unevenly breathed groan.

He knew what this felt like now and there were no internal questions this time as his clean hand slid up the back of Malcolm's thigh until it hooked behind his knee as Raylan started moving. He started slow, but it was only going to take a few sounds from the man below him for that speed to pick up a little to a new 'slow'.