Malcolm's breath hitched at the encouragement and he slid down a bit more, pulling the zipper down and then leaning over to press a kiss to his stomach before reaching for his waistband and shimmying his jeans and boxers down over his hips so he could yank them down off his legs.
His hands shifted into the bedsheets as Malcolm moved and he couldn't stop the half hitched moan of a breath that slipped out with the kiss on his stomach, lifting his hips to facilitate the stripping. Raylan expected himself to be embarrassed at this point and he was, but not so much that it mattered in the slightest. There was no hiding or arguing against the full staff erection he was sporting and he wasn't about to rescind any permissions given. But Malcolm was running the show right now and Raylan watched him with dark eyes and a heavy breath, perverted curious what came next.
What looked like 'running the show' was more 'giving in to a building need' but it still saw him tossing Raylan's pants onto the floor and then wriggling out of his sweatpants and throwing them in the pile. He shifted and made his way back up Raylan's body, kissing him gently, and then almost immediately more urgently as his hips moved to cause skin on skin friction between them.
For a second, he was concerned that Malcolm wouldn't be joining him in this totally naked thing and Raylan happily welcomed Malcolm back up to him, hands taking advantage of the lack of pants to run down his hips and legs as far as he could before his body was pushing up into the slide of skin on skin. He moaned softly into the kiss, kissing back with an intense need that had his head lifting a little from the pillow to keep Malcolm's lips firmly against his.
Malcolm squeezed his eyes shut, grunting against Raylan's mouth as the friction sent a more intense shiver of arousal through him. When the kiss broke, he was breathless, pushing himself up with an arm on either side of Raylan's head, looking down into his face for a moment.
"W-wait here," he panted, rolling off of him to go rummage in a dresser drawer. It was probably a good thing they were in his room; he kept the extra bottle of shampoo he pillaged from town in there and needs must where supplies were concerned. There wasn't exactly a reliable sex shop in Mathias or they'd have some decent headboard restraints for his night terrors.
When he made it back to the bed, clambering up onto Raylan again, he kissed him deeply one more time before sitting up, opening the bottle in his hand to slather shampoo up Raylan's length, working him with a couple of slick strokes before he reached back to smear a little on himself. He closed the bottle and tossed it aside, then carefully slid onto Raylan, his full attention on the Marshal's face, even as his breath hitched at the penetration.
The grunt earned a half breathed growl of need that left Raylan's eyes darker under the tilt of his brow as the kiss broke, his hands forcibly loosen from Malcolm so he was able to slip away at all. His head dropped back with heavy breaths, eyes following Malcolm as he moved. No, he liked this. The lines of Malcolm as he moved, the way he looked when he was aroused and ready, the way that Raylan was the reason for it.
He didn't know what was in the bottle Malcolm held specifically, but he knew what it was for. He thought, for some reason, that he'd be scared or awkward about where this was heading but those concerns, practically speaking, fell out a window once he let Malcolm kiss him again.
Raylan slid his hands back up Malcolm's legs as he was climbed over, lips happily stolen up in another kiss, breath a little ragged as Malcolm pulled back, but as soon as those slick fingers wrapped around him, Raylan breathed half a tight sound from the back of his throat, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as his mouth opened, but he wasn't going to miss watching what came next. Hooking his fingers behind Malcolm's knees, he watched with no small amount of lusty fascination as Malcolm positioned and slid onto him. His eyes darted up to Malcolm's face, lips curling with a equally tightly groaned moan as he was taken in. Once Malcolm was fully seated, Raylan shuddered in pleasure, hands sliding up to grip into Malcolm's hips as he lifted his own with a more focused exhale and a softly muttered "Fuck," of sheer sexual delight.
Physics. Biology? Malcolm didn’t have much presence of mind at the moment, as he started moving on Raylan, slow and easy at first, almost a tease to his own urgent need. Raylan’s grip told him this was still okay with him. As he picked up his pace a little, he leaned down to capture Raylan’s mouth in an increasingly messy kiss, his hand slipping between them to work his own length in time.
Things much more easily expected from people who were accustomed to such a joining but there was no rational sense left in Raylan's head to consider it. All he felt, all he was, was a rising need to sink himself into the New Yorker, giving him one of the most intimate sides of himself as he thrust up with a rough sound as he met the kiss. He didn't notice Malcolm's hand until the kiss broke, and he had no control over what came out of his mouth.
"Lean back, I wanna watch you move," he growled, hands sliding up Malcolm's torso to encourage just that.
With Raylan’s initial uncertainty, Malcolm wasn’t expecting boldness, but he gave in to it easily, sitting up to look down at him without losing the rhythm in his hips or his hand.
He wasn’t sure what he’d see on his face when he could watch it like this. His expression was more free than expected. It made Malcolm feel a lot less like he was out on the thin branch now.
It made it a lot easier for him to just give himself over to the pleasure of the act.
There wasn't much about Raylan that was shy and timid and the bedroom was never going to be the place where he started. He had had his reservations, but in hindsight they were silly and childish. Or that was the raw need to watch Malcolm enjoy himself talking.
Either way, Raylan's hands slid back to Malcolm's thighs to grip there and kept his ass tight, giving Malcolm a better platform to move on as he pleased. Raylan liked being used in such a way, ridden like a work horse, driving like one and it had been long enough that any cares he might have had didn't matter. Malcolm cared about him. Wanted him.
The sound of his heavier breaths and the way he looked above Raylan was exactly what he wanted.
Malcolm tilted his head back, squeezing his eyes shut as he drew near climax, his breaths coming in shallow gasps as he tried to hold off a little, but he lacked the practice to exercise that kind of control and he came a moment later, curling in a little with a shudder and a warm spillage across Raylan’s stomach. He rode it out for a moment before picking the rhythm back up, moving on Raylan with a breathless determination.
Raylan couldn't stop himself, hips thrusting up to meet Malcolm and sink himself as deep into the man rode him, a roughly half growled note of pleasure escaping him as Malcolm clenched around him. In the heat of everything, the warmth on his lower stomach was just more arousing and Raylan reached up with one hand to draw Malcolm down into a kiss while the other found his hips, helping encourage the rythem and movement.
Breaking the kiss with another rough sound, Raylan could only mutter a half given warning before he tensed and unloaded into him, body shuddering as he curled into Malcolm as much as he could. There was a passing concern that he shouldn't have came where he did, but the white rolling over his vision didn't leave much room for anything other than bliss. His hips jutted again a few times, like Raylan's body desperately wanted more, wanted to continue despite the exhausted half drunkenness of its host, before he relaxed into the bed a little with a careful look into Malcolm's face.
Malcolm’s face was kiss bruised and his expression was a bit dazed, but also warm and hopefully Raylan would forgive him for looking a little smitten.
He leaned over and gave him one more kiss, relatively chaste but lingering, then pushed himself up off of the marshal, gesturing for him to stay put as Malcolm went to the closet and rummaged around for a towel, wiping himself off with one end before stepping over to clean Raylan up with the other.
“Are you... okay?”
Okay with it or... was Malcolm okay or... he wasn’t even sure exactly what he was asking as he tossed the towel into the corner to be washed later, then crawled back onto the bed to curl up against Raylan’s side.
Raylan's world was still spinning as he was kissed again and there was no attempts to get up. His legs were weak and his heartbeat was pounding in his ears. There was a slight half open mouth attempt at protest but he sank back into the sheets with a breath.
One hand lifted along with his head in surprise at the clean up, but he let Malcolm do it, easily welcoming him back into his arms, one hand wrapping around Malcolm's shoulder while his other settled on Malcolm's forearm with a quiet hum.
"I'm.. perfect," he assured softly. "Are.. are you?" He asked, shifting his head enough to look down at him. Who would have thought that him, Raylan Givens would ever be here and happy about it. He couldn't help but wonder if he'd been okay or not but that.. wasn't a question easily asked.
The question brought the dreamy, smitten smile back for a moment, until he worried about what it looked like and he swallowed it down a bit, looking up to meet Raylan's gaze.
"I'm great," he said honestly. "I'm... really good."
It had been months, even before he arrived in Mathias.
He pressed a kiss to Raylan's shoulder.
"Do you... I mean, it's probably not safe for you to stay up here, huh?"
"Good," he replied, head falling back into the pillows with a soft exhale with the kiss, fully prepared to sink into the feeling of comfort and maybe explain himself a little bit.
Oh. Of course. Maybe time for him to go already.
"Kickin' me out already?" he huffed with a fully convincing tone of levity. "It's definitely not safe for either of us to not be wearin' pants," he admitted, letting go of Malcolm and gently pushing up until he was freed and able to turn and sit on the edge of the bed, already kicking himself as he ran a hand through his hair. "But if Doc and I can contain you without restraints, I'm sure I could handle containin' you with them. Less you'd.. rather not risk it." He had been drinking.
"No, no, no..." slipped out with his breath as soon as Raylan moved away from him. When Raylan reached the edge of the bed with 'Less you'd not risk it' he half sat up. "I mean. I didn't. Mean. Yet. At all. But. I..." He blinked, his eyes a little wide. Get it together, Malcolm.
God, he felt like he was getting ready to have 'SUCKER' slapped on his forehead like a giant sign as he stilled, head turning enough to look over his shoulder at what he could see of the silhouette behind him. But 'Don't go, come back' weren't powerless words and damn, he wanted to. Naked as the day they were born, skin and heat on skin and heat.
After a long moment, he turned his head back and it was with much more deliberate movement that he turned back into bed, reaching down for the sheet to pull up over them as he settled down on his side to face Malcolm.
"... you sure?" There was a lot in that question, a lot of points it covered, but Raylan was here, hesitantly.
When Raylan moved back into the bed, Malcolm let out a visibly shaky breath, taking a couple more fortifying ones to stave off the edges of the panic attack he could feel creeping through him.
He nodded at Raylan’s question, then realized he was still halfway to sitting up and slid back down almost awkwardly.
“I. I was going to ask you to stay up here. All night. But it felt like it wasn’t fair to ask you that, when it’s dangerous. So I tried to make it... less pressuring. But. I reworded it badly. But.” He pressed his hand to his chest and tried another deep breath. “I didn’t... I don’t want you to leave. Please stay.”
He bit his lip, watching Raylan with undisguised longing, still trying to breath around the knot of panic in his core. He felt like he’d give anything in that moment to go back to being held so easily, like he had been a moment ago.
Too intense.
He was worried about ruining everything that came before that misunderstanding with.... all this. All his too big feelings. They’d put people off before. He was worried about ruining any chance that a night like this could happen again.
It was a little frightening, exhilarating - Raylan couldn't decide - that Malcolm was as wound as he was. Dangerous spot he'd gotten himself in, emotionally speaking. He'd already crossed the line; drawing back now or pretending it didn't happen or that it didn't mean anything would be more damaging than anything else.
He didn't want to damage Malcolm any more. He didn't want to make things worse for daring to want something. Whatever Malcolm was offering that wasn't cement.
Raylan's answer was a hand sliding around Malcolm's waist to gently urging him close again, their legs tangling together as Raylan leaned to kiss him with a gentle chasteness that deepened in intensity the longer their lips were together until it broke with a tilt of his head and a breath.
"I don't want to leave. Not just yet and not tonight. It's okay."
Without his medication, Malcolm spiralled fast and hard, but Raylan caught him when he could have run away the way most people ran away.
He couldn’t have blamed him if he’d run away.
Instead his grounding touch yielded an almost immediate easing of tension in Malcolm’s frame and the kiss both stirred his heart and brought some level back to his mind. At some point during it, his hand found its way to grasp Raylan’s shoulder and it stayed there for a moment before it slid to his chest as Malcolm curled back into him.
“I didn’t want to make things complicated,” he murmured. “I just didn’t want it to be over yet. It’s warm here.” He pressed a kiss to Raylan’s collarbone.
Part of him screamed that he should run. That he was laying himself into a trap that would effect him just as much as Winona had but here in Mathis, everything was different. Who was there to judge him or Malcolm for falling in the way they had, for needing a human connection that everyone else needed?
God help anyone who walked in right now though.
It warmed him more, the way that Malcolm melted into him and held onto him like he would save him from some of the storm. Maybe the misunderstanding hadn't fucked anything up. Raylan pressed a kiss into Malcolm's head, arm tightening around him.
"It doesn't have to be complicated. I don't want it to be. I want.." He took a deep breath in and out. "More than I should and less than you want, I think." A succinct way to say it, he thought. "I don't want complicated," he repeated, finding no other way to say it. "And that doesn't mean I just want sex, I don't, I just--" Didn't know what he wanted. "Want this."
Someone who gave a shit against him for a little while. A safe space to be, to relish in the slow exploration of this new and not so new side of himself and all the questions it brought.
Malcolm smiled, lifting his head a little so he could see Raylan's face.
His fingertips traced the line of Raylan's collarbone.
"I'm not going to... get jealous and possessive if that's a concern you have," Malcolm assured him. "I just didn't want you to leave here thinking I didn't want this and then... never offer it again."
Raylan's thumb brushed back and forth against a patch of Malcolm's back, eyes studying the shadowed angles of Malcolm's face below him.
"I don't know that I offered it. Or that you took anything." He quirked a smile. "I want you. Your company." Your care. "You being here. With me." It was an odd, undefined spot but he didn't care. So long as he got to keep doing this.
"I want this." Just in case Malcolm was worried about that. Don't be. He did want this. Everything that Malcolm had to offer.
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"W-wait here," he panted, rolling off of him to go rummage in a dresser drawer. It was probably a good thing they were in his room; he kept the extra bottle of shampoo he pillaged from town in there and needs must where supplies were concerned. There wasn't exactly a reliable sex shop in Mathias or they'd have some decent headboard restraints for his night terrors.
When he made it back to the bed, clambering up onto Raylan again, he kissed him deeply one more time before sitting up, opening the bottle in his hand to slather shampoo up Raylan's length, working him with a couple of slick strokes before he reached back to smear a little on himself. He closed the bottle and tossed it aside, then carefully slid onto Raylan, his full attention on the Marshal's face, even as his breath hitched at the penetration.
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He didn't know what was in the bottle Malcolm held specifically, but he knew what it was for. He thought, for some reason, that he'd be scared or awkward about where this was heading but those concerns, practically speaking, fell out a window once he let Malcolm kiss him again.
Raylan slid his hands back up Malcolm's legs as he was climbed over, lips happily stolen up in another kiss, breath a little ragged as Malcolm pulled back, but as soon as those slick fingers wrapped around him, Raylan breathed half a tight sound from the back of his throat, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as his mouth opened, but he wasn't going to miss watching what came next. Hooking his fingers behind Malcolm's knees, he watched with no small amount of lusty fascination as Malcolm positioned and slid onto him. His eyes darted up to Malcolm's face, lips curling with a equally tightly groaned moan as he was taken in. Once Malcolm was fully seated, Raylan shuddered in pleasure, hands sliding up to grip into Malcolm's hips as he lifted his own with a more focused exhale and a softly muttered "Fuck," of sheer sexual delight.
How did this feel this good?
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"Lean back, I wanna watch you move," he growled, hands sliding up Malcolm's torso to encourage just that.
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He wasn’t sure what he’d see on his face when he could watch it like this. His expression was more free than expected. It made Malcolm feel a lot less like he was out on the thin branch now.
It made it a lot easier for him to just give himself over to the pleasure of the act.
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Either way, Raylan's hands slid back to Malcolm's thighs to grip there and kept his ass tight, giving Malcolm a better platform to move on as he pleased. Raylan liked being used in such a way, ridden like a work horse, driving like one and it had been long enough that any cares he might have had didn't matter. Malcolm cared about him. Wanted him.
The sound of his heavier breaths and the way he looked above Raylan was exactly what he wanted.
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Breaking the kiss with another rough sound, Raylan could only mutter a half given warning before he tensed and unloaded into him, body shuddering as he curled into Malcolm as much as he could. There was a passing concern that he shouldn't have came where he did, but the white rolling over his vision didn't leave much room for anything other than bliss. His hips jutted again a few times, like Raylan's body desperately wanted more, wanted to continue despite the exhausted half drunkenness of its host, before he relaxed into the bed a little with a careful look into Malcolm's face.
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He leaned over and gave him one more kiss, relatively chaste but lingering, then pushed himself up off of the marshal, gesturing for him to stay put as Malcolm went to the closet and rummaged around for a towel, wiping himself off with one end before stepping over to clean Raylan up with the other.
“Are you... okay?”
Okay with it or... was Malcolm okay or... he wasn’t even sure exactly what he was asking as he tossed the towel into the corner to be washed later, then crawled back onto the bed to curl up against Raylan’s side.
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One hand lifted along with his head in surprise at the clean up, but he let Malcolm do it, easily welcoming him back into his arms, one hand wrapping around Malcolm's shoulder while his other settled on Malcolm's forearm with a quiet hum.
"I'm.. perfect," he assured softly. "Are.. are you?" He asked, shifting his head enough to look down at him. Who would have thought that him, Raylan Givens would ever be here and happy about it. He couldn't help but wonder if he'd been okay or not but that.. wasn't a question easily asked.
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"I'm great," he said honestly. "I'm... really good."
It had been months, even before he arrived in Mathias.
He pressed a kiss to Raylan's shoulder.
"Do you... I mean, it's probably not safe for you to stay up here, huh?"
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Oh. Of course. Maybe time for him to go already.
"Kickin' me out already?" he huffed with a fully convincing tone of levity. "It's definitely not safe for either of us to not be wearin' pants," he admitted, letting go of Malcolm and gently pushing up until he was freed and able to turn and sit on the edge of the bed, already kicking himself as he ran a hand through his hair. "But if Doc and I can contain you without restraints, I'm sure I could handle containin' you with them. Less you'd.. rather not risk it." He had been drinking.
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"Don't go," he said quietly. "Come back."
A beat.
"For a bit."
Another beat.
"Unless... you don't want to."
Yet another beat.
"Pants can wait; I'm not. Sleepy."
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After a long moment, he turned his head back and it was with much more deliberate movement that he turned back into bed, reaching down for the sheet to pull up over them as he settled down on his side to face Malcolm.
"... you sure?" There was a lot in that question, a lot of points it covered, but Raylan was here, hesitantly.
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He nodded at Raylan’s question, then realized he was still halfway to sitting up and slid back down almost awkwardly.
“I. I was going to ask you to stay up here. All night. But it felt like it wasn’t fair to ask you that, when it’s dangerous. So I tried to make it... less pressuring. But. I reworded it badly. But.” He pressed his hand to his chest and tried another deep breath. “I didn’t... I don’t want you to leave. Please stay.”
He bit his lip, watching Raylan with undisguised longing, still trying to breath around the knot of panic in his core. He felt like he’d give anything in that moment to go back to being held so easily, like he had been a moment ago.
Too intense.
He was worried about ruining everything that came before that misunderstanding with.... all this. All his too big feelings. They’d put people off before. He was worried about ruining any chance that a night like this could happen again.
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He didn't want to damage Malcolm any more. He didn't want to make things worse for daring to want something. Whatever Malcolm was offering that wasn't cement.
Raylan's answer was a hand sliding around Malcolm's waist to gently urging him close again, their legs tangling together as Raylan leaned to kiss him with a gentle chasteness that deepened in intensity the longer their lips were together until it broke with a tilt of his head and a breath.
"I don't want to leave. Not just yet and not tonight. It's okay."
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He couldn’t have blamed him if he’d run away.
Instead his grounding touch yielded an almost immediate easing of tension in Malcolm’s frame and the kiss both stirred his heart and brought some level back to his mind. At some point during it, his hand found its way to grasp Raylan’s shoulder and it stayed there for a moment before it slid to his chest as Malcolm curled back into him.
“I didn’t want to make things complicated,” he murmured. “I just didn’t want it to be over yet. It’s warm here.” He pressed a kiss to Raylan’s collarbone.
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God help anyone who walked in right now though.
It warmed him more, the way that Malcolm melted into him and held onto him like he would save him from some of the storm. Maybe the misunderstanding hadn't fucked anything up. Raylan pressed a kiss into Malcolm's head, arm tightening around him.
"It doesn't have to be complicated. I don't want it to be. I want.." He took a deep breath in and out. "More than I should and less than you want, I think." A succinct way to say it, he thought. "I don't want complicated," he repeated, finding no other way to say it. "And that doesn't mean I just want sex, I don't, I just--" Didn't know what he wanted. "Want this."
Someone who gave a shit against him for a little while. A safe space to be, to relish in the slow exploration of this new and not so new side of himself and all the questions it brought.
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His fingertips traced the line of Raylan's collarbone.
"I'm not going to... get jealous and possessive if that's a concern you have," Malcolm assured him. "I just didn't want you to leave here thinking I didn't want this and then... never offer it again."
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"I don't know that I offered it. Or that you took anything." He quirked a smile. "I want you. Your company." Your care. "You being here. With me." It was an odd, undefined spot but he didn't care. So long as he got to keep doing this.
"I want this." Just in case Malcolm was worried about that. Don't be. He did want this. Everything that Malcolm had to offer.
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"So... if we put pants on, we can come straight back here like this?"
His body was still a flight risk but he was not done basking in Raylan's warmth like the happiest lizard in the world.
He brushed his nose along the side of Raylan's jaw, then set a couple of kisses along it.
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