That hand on him, the passing stroke it gave him almost shorted out his brain on its own and drew a sharp gasp that was definitely not a protest. Watching him slick himself up was its own hot coiling of anticipation and when Raylan pushed into him, Malcolm couldn’t help a faint moan of his name, his head tilting back as Raylan began to move, one hand raking through his own hair as the other fumbled for and grasped Raylan’s shoulder.