Malcolm laughed softly and with quiet delight at being rolled over, eagerly meeting the next kiss, his legs sliding up to wrap around Raylan’s waist. It made his hips tip at a different angle, changing the way the friction hit as his hand slid up into Raylan’s hair.
Humming hungrily, Raylan lifted his head at a glance at the door before hanging his head back down to look into Malcolm's face. "You stay.. right here. Tell me what to get and I'll lock the door on my way back," he husked, panting softly.
"Split the work, right," he breathed, stealing another short kiss before pushing himself up and padding towards the door to lock it gently so as to make as little noise as possible. The bruise on his hip from several days ago was only just starting to fade from ugliness to match the shadow on his neck and on the back of his wrists moved with him as he came back, happily settling back into where he was before.
"Better," he muttered. Now no one could just walk in on what was about to happen.
“Much better,” Malcolm agreed, reaching for him as he approached, eager to feel his skin against his own skin again, sitting up as far as he had to to claim a hungry kiss.
Raylan lingered in the kiss for a few seconds, nudging and breaking and reengaging it as his hand slid down Malcolm's side, hand tucking around his hip and tugging down as he pushed forwards. The rub of it was enough to make him pull back and fumble for the shampoo bottle. Popping it open, Raylan poured some into his palm and slicked himself before adding another dollop onto his fingers to smear against Malcolm. His hand slid up around Malcolm's balls, letting them fall as he stroked Malcolm from base to tip as he positioned himself and started pushing himself in with a tight but unevenly breathed groan.
He knew what this felt like now and there were no internal questions this time as his clean hand slid up the back of Malcolm's thigh until it hooked behind his knee as Raylan started moving. He started slow, but it was only going to take a few sounds from the man below him for that speed to pick up a little to a new 'slow'.
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.
God he loved the way that sounded coming out of Malcolm's mouth, a breathy prayer, a heady compliment and Raylan groaned his own soft approval at it as Malcolm's hand found his shoulder. His weight was bore on his knees and the one hand under Malcolm's knee that bent him backwards, so Raylan used that leverage to keep his pace even. This wasn't a race to orgasm, this was a hedonistic appreciation of this new thing he was doing.
He stroked Malcolm slowly, hips moving almost teasingly to the both of them, not burying himself hilt deep just yet. No, he wanted to find out what Malcolm look and sounded like begging for more, whether he used his words or not.
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.
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?
"Raylan," he gasped. It was more urgent this time. A plea. A warning. His grasp on Raylan's shoulder tightened and his head tipped back again as he teetered on the edge of climax before spilling over Raylan's hand, twitching and panting, knees tightening against his hips as his body curled in for a moment.
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.
“I’ll stay with you as long as you want,” he promised readily in the wake of the pure affection in the touch and the kisses and the way Raylan stayed in his space. Whenever he wanted, really, if he could bask, breathless, in his warmth like this. He didn’t want to move, but he didn’t want to leave Raylan sticky long enough that it got cold and uncomfortable. He nuzzled against his cheekbone and gave him a gentle, lingering kiss. “I’ll be right back,” he promised, sliding out of his grip just long enough to wet a towel from his drawer with tepid water from the drinking glass on the bedside table, then he returned, carefully cleaning up Raylan and then himself before tossing the towel on the ground with their discarded clothes.
He crawled back along Raylan’s body, nestling in against him when he noticed the red spot on his collarbone and then the bruise on his neck. He set light kisses on each. “You got bruised up. Are you okay? What happened?” he asked with idle curiosity, settling in and letting his fidgety fingers drift along the bruise. There were a lot of ways to accrue minor injuries in this place. He frowned faintly, tilting his head slightly. He was well versed in the pathology of human bite marks. The shape was distinctive. “....Did someone bite you?” Because that was a weird thing for some random person to do.
Nodding at the promise, the reassurance, Raylan only rolled his weight off after the nuzzle and plying kiss, and ended up on his back, one hand draped across the high point of his chest as he caught his breath and let the white at the edges of his vision bleed back into the dark color of the night and of the room.
The tender cleaning was sweet and Raylan hummed as Malcolm went about it, happily collecting his warm weight back against him once it was over. An errant kiss was pressed into Malcolm's hair as he nestled in but the peace and fuzzy afterglow was somewhat shattered with a spike of adrenaline at the question. He'd only started to open his mouth to answer when Malcolm too astute marked the bruise's bite origin.
Shit.
Raylan collected Malcolm's hand and drew it back to the center of his chest with a faint twitch of his brow. "These bruises are.. they're okay. Acceptable." Wanted and earned, but that Raylan didn't add out loud. He just.. wasn't going to answer the bite accusation out of the gate.
"...Oh. Okay," he said uncertainly, though more in the way that he didn't know what to make of it rather than having any undue suspicions. He'd never thought anything of the bruise on Raylan's thigh; the ladder collapsed in the tunnel, he assumed there was a fall. Even the mark on his collarbone could have just been friction burn or something else innocuous. The bite mark was... confusing. But he didn't push it. Raylan was holding him close and it was warm and this hadn't been a one time thing and Raylan was alive and he just wanted to stay there and enjoy it.
"If the weather keeps getting warmer, I'm going to start opening the window at night. Let the breeze in."
It felt like a trap but Raylan was a little relieved - he could still keep this for one more night, nothing was blowing up, his carelessness in need wasn't kicking him in the teeth just yet. The bruise on his hip was easily explained by the tunnels, that was a small lie of omission, not bothering to correct any thought, but this slip, however more honest, didn't feel any better.
Greedy bastard that he was.
Raylan didn't elaborate, thumb brushing back and forth over Malcolm's hand as he took a settling breath. "I'm lookin' forward to spring and summer. It won't be much but it'll be something. New Air. New willow trees too maybe. We can stock up for you."
Malcolm smiled at that thought. They did work hard to try to make him comfortable with the limited resources they had.
“Did you say you’re staying with me tom...” he paused. “It’s probably ‘tonight’ at this point, huh?” he said with a laugh. “Well. Whatever the next sleeping time is.” He leaned up, pressing a kiss to Raylan’s jaw and to his collarbone before laying his head back down on his shoulder.
Whatever they could do and spring didn't come around all the time. Raylan was very comfortable with the idea of being connected to the land, to the seasons. That was in his blood and one of the few things that he was proud of being there.
Raylan smirked. "I suppose 'tonight' is right, but I like tomorrow night. Like we might get some sleep between now and then." Though this had to be the best way to deal with a nightmare - 10/10, would recommend. He hummed shortly, hand running up and down Malcolm's shoulder.
"Unless they insist, yeah. If they insist, they got a reason that I'm better off minding. You're a calmin' presence, belonging here and all." Which was to say, they didn't see his oddities as burdens. He wasn't a burden.
Malcolm's smile was utterly charmed and he set his head back down on Raylan's shoulder, snuggling back up against him, dopey, happy smile still on his face, fingers fidgeting at his sternum.
"Do you think you can sleep some more?"
He should sleep some more, if he could bear to. Malcolm would look after him this time. "You might wake up to breakfast," he added, to sweeten the deal. "Doc made grits when you were gone but the food is back so we can have eggs."
"Mmm," he rumbled, smile staying lazily broad as his thumb brushed back and forth over Malcolm's shoulder. "That kinda attention makes it hard to say no."
Typical man. Ready to roll over and go to sleep only to wake up and eat until he's sated again. He wasn't ignorant to the raw luxury that was for them here but that only made him want to soak in it more.
"Throw toast in there and I won't have a choice. Especially if you're gonna stay for a little longer."
"I love some toast." Just in case that was still a question.
The smile cheeked into a broader one as he rolled into Malcolm again, off arm coming around so that he could lean in and kiss him with a soft hum. "Then lets get up on the bed properly. Maybe up under a blanket or somethin' so we can snuggle in. Though, I warn you, let me get too far under, you might find it hard to slip away."
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"Just lock the door. I keep all the extra shampoo in that drawer," he said, letting go with one hand to point.
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"Better," he muttered. Now no one could just walk in on what was about to happen.
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He knew what this felt like now and there were no internal questions this time as his clean hand slid up the back of Malcolm's thigh until it hooked behind his knee as Raylan started moving. He started slow, but it was only going to take a few sounds from the man below him for that speed to pick up a little to a new 'slow'.
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He stroked Malcolm slowly, hips moving almost teasingly to the both of them, not burying himself hilt deep just yet. No, he wanted to find out what Malcolm look and sounded like begging for more, whether he used his words or not.
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Fuck it, let them know. What were they going to say without being hypocrites on their face?
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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.
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“I’ll stay with you as long as you want,” he promised readily in the wake of the pure affection in the touch and the kisses and the way Raylan stayed in his space. Whenever he wanted, really, if he could bask, breathless, in his warmth like this. He didn’t want to move, but he didn’t want to leave Raylan sticky long enough that it got cold and uncomfortable. He nuzzled against his cheekbone and gave him a gentle, lingering kiss. “I’ll be right back,” he promised, sliding out of his grip just long enough to wet a towel from his drawer with tepid water from the drinking glass on the bedside table, then he returned, carefully cleaning up Raylan and then himself before tossing the towel on the ground with their discarded clothes.
He crawled back along Raylan’s body, nestling in against him when he noticed the red spot on his collarbone and then the bruise on his neck. He set light kisses on each. “You got bruised up. Are you okay? What happened?” he asked with idle curiosity, settling in and letting his fidgety fingers drift along the bruise. There were a lot of ways to accrue minor injuries in this place. He frowned faintly, tilting his head slightly. He was well versed in the pathology of human bite marks. The shape was distinctive. “....Did someone bite you?” Because that was a weird thing for some random person to do.
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The tender cleaning was sweet and Raylan hummed as Malcolm went about it, happily collecting his warm weight back against him once it was over. An errant kiss was pressed into Malcolm's hair as he nestled in but the peace and fuzzy afterglow was somewhat shattered with a spike of adrenaline at the question. He'd only started to open his mouth to answer when Malcolm too astute marked the bruise's bite origin.
Shit.
Raylan collected Malcolm's hand and drew it back to the center of his chest with a faint twitch of his brow. "These bruises are.. they're okay. Acceptable." Wanted and earned, but that Raylan didn't add out loud. He just.. wasn't going to answer the bite accusation out of the gate.
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"If the weather keeps getting warmer, I'm going to start opening the window at night. Let the breeze in."
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It felt like a trap but Raylan was a little relieved - he could still keep this for one more night, nothing was blowing up, his carelessness in need wasn't kicking him in the teeth just yet. The bruise on his hip was easily explained by the tunnels, that was a small lie of omission, not bothering to correct any thought, but this slip, however more honest, didn't feel any better.
Greedy bastard that he was.
Raylan didn't elaborate, thumb brushing back and forth over Malcolm's hand as he took a settling breath. "I'm lookin' forward to spring and summer. It won't be much but it'll be something. New Air. New willow trees too maybe. We can stock up for you."
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“Did you say you’re staying with me tom...” he paused. “It’s probably ‘tonight’ at this point, huh?” he said with a laugh. “Well. Whatever the next sleeping time is.” He leaned up, pressing a kiss to Raylan’s jaw and to his collarbone before laying his head back down on his shoulder.
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Raylan smirked. "I suppose 'tonight' is right, but I like tomorrow night. Like we might get some sleep between now and then." Though this had to be the best way to deal with a nightmare - 10/10, would recommend. He hummed shortly, hand running up and down Malcolm's shoulder.
"Unless they insist, yeah. If they insist, they got a reason that I'm better off minding. You're a calmin' presence, belonging here and all." Which was to say, they didn't see his oddities as burdens. He wasn't a burden.
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"I'm calming?"
Literally nobody had ever called him that before.
"Like.... you feel calmer now because of me?"
He sure never felt calm. He felt like he was full of bees all the time.
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"You bein' here is right, somehow. I would be less calm without you here. If that makes sense."
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"Do you think you can sleep some more?"
He should sleep some more, if he could bear to. Malcolm would look after him this time. "You might wake up to breakfast," he added, to sweeten the deal. "Doc made grits when you were gone but the food is back so we can have eggs."
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Typical man. Ready to roll over and go to sleep only to wake up and eat until he's sated again. He wasn't ignorant to the raw luxury that was for them here but that only made him want to soak in it more.
"Throw toast in there and I won't have a choice. Especially if you're gonna stay for a little longer."
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He looked up at Raylan's face. "I can't leave yet. It's warm and you want me here."
And he was alive. And he was smiling.
"Plus the sun hasn't come up."
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The smile cheeked into a broader one as he rolled into Malcolm again, off arm coming around so that he could lean in and kiss him with a soft hum. "Then lets get up on the bed properly. Maybe up under a blanket or somethin' so we can snuggle in. Though, I warn you, let me get too far under, you might find it hard to slip away."
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"Am I in danger of being pinned?" he asked suggestively. "Is 'oh no' the appropriate response? I'm not feeling that," he teased.
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okay, *now* end