The tease moved slowly into a kept promise as Raylan thrusted, hips slapping against Malcolm's ass as he pushed forward, muttering a soft 'Fuck,' under his breath, fingers drawing down to pull the skin of Malcolm's cock taut in a tease of its own for several long seconds. He couldn't keep himself or his hand still and he worked Malcolm's length in time, his strokes long but with a firm, deep settle. The louder Malcolm got, the harder Raylan drove, completely unbothered by the people in the house that might hear and guess what they were doing.

Fuck it, let them know. What were they going to say without being hypocrites on their face?