A plea ignored, a warning that only urged him to move faster and harder, his own climax coiling at the base of his spine as he watched with wide, blown out eyes the sight beneath him. It didn't take much longer for Raylan to his his own orgasm, body bowing forward as he unloaded. Desperate in the moment, Raylan stole up Malcolm's lips for a messy kiss as his hips pumped twice more before settling with a weight that suggested he was done. The hand behind his knee came up to bear his weight on it's elbow as he draped his fingers on Malcolm's cheek, breaking the kiss only to collect several more.

He loved this, he loved Malcolm and the idea occurring had him growling softly out of their next kiss. He couldn't say anything about it, just like he couldn't say anything about loving John Henry, but would still bask in the feeling as he slowly allowed Malcolm to orient himself flat and slide Raylan out of him. The Marshal collapsed onto that elbow, body pricked with sweat and his heartbeat drumming in his ears as he propped his forehead against the New Yorkers.

"Stay with me til the sun comes up. Only a few more hours," he panted, eyes closed as he tried to slow his heartrate and catch his breath.