Malcolm couldn't help the increasingly vocal gasp each stroke and thrust dragged out of him, his free hand fumbling for purchase anywhere and finding it splayed across Raylan's collarbone. His eyes fell to the marshal's face and the desire there was a drug all on its own. Unable to make coherent words, he nodded breathlessly as Raylan pushed into him, the only way he could communicate 'yes', 'that' and 'more' in any understandable way, his knees gripping Raylan's hips as they moved.