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[He grinned broadly, pleased with himself, when Raylan told him he made it hard to think.

He slid his hands from Raylan's shoulders to wrap his arms around his neck, leaning into that kiss, opening up to it.]

I can be discreet. When I'm not being distracting. [Or stupid.

He slid a hand up into Raylan's hair, running his fingertips along his temple and past his ear.] I'll follow your lead on where it's safe to be, as long as I end up here at the end of the day. [He wasn't talking about the house or the town or the state.]

[ Raylan knew promising the moon was stupid - he was a Marshal; he got shot at, his family got shot at and targeted, but he would and know that Malcolm wouldn't blame him for the scum that decided to take it out on others. Hell, if there was anyone in the world equipped to handle it..

He liked the fingers in his hair, head moving into the gesture a little as he took in the meaning of the words.]

I like the sound of that. [How did this even happen? It boggled Raylan's mind, more than a little.] If we keep making out like this, we're gonna have a couple of decent sized problems on our hands.. But it is the best way of spending an afternoon...

[The suggestive look on his face was almost devilish but edged just enough on the side of amusement that he could run that way with it if he needed.]

Pr...? [His eyes glanced down then lifted back to Raylan's face with a breathy laugh as he caught the meaning.] Oh, those problems. [He smiled, his hand trailing along Raylan's shoulder, fidgeting with the strap of his undershirt. He'd wanted to touch his shoulders since he'd been watching them flex under the weight of the axe.

He noticed Raylan tended to leave them both little outs, like breadcrumbs of escape, but he knew it wasn't because he didn't want this. He was the one talking about them living in Miami. He suspected there was a part of Raylan still not entirely comfortable with what this made him question about himself, but that would come in time.

And if Malcolm was a pleasant distraction from uncomfortable thoughts... well, he would just kiss Raylan again and see if he could make a couple of decent sized problems for them.]

[Raylan was not entirely comfortable with the questions Malcolm had stirred. Raylan wasn't entirely comfortable with what he was doing but that didn't quell the desire to do it. He did want this. He just wasn't sure how to go about it. There were too many questions about what was the same and what was different, and still his body was pressing forward, guiding Malcolm away from the counter.

He wasn't sure what wall they hit, but as soon as they had, his hands were tugging Malcolm's perfectly sweaty shirt out of his waistband before he said fuck it and hoisted Malcolm up onto his hips, keeping him pressed against the wall as one hand came around and up to Malcolm's neck, both to balance his weight and break the kiss a little.]

I want to fuck you and I don't know what to do with that.

[Raylan backing him up to the wall stirred arousal in his belly, but when he lifted him up, his heart sped up and he gripped Raylan's waist with his knees. When the kiss broke and Raylan uttered those words, he felt like he couldn't breathe for a moment. He swallowed, his eyes drifting over Raylan's features.]

I can, um. Help you with that.

[His hand slid up into Raylan's hair and kissed him again, pulling back only slightly when it broke.]

I have to get something from my bag, though, to do that.

[His voice was a little breathless. He set a finger against Raylan's chest.] So no judging me for maybe having had some hopes. [He knew if things got this far, someone had to be prepared and it wouldn't be Raylan.]

[Normally, Raylan wasn't one to talk like but the heat left behind the gentle touches on his shoulders and the fingers in his hair and the new path he was on had him bluntly confronting the obstacle he'd been circling around since New York. He wasn't sure he knew how to be sweet about this, just now, not with Malcolm looking the way he did, agreeing the way he was.

And he was right - being prepared for this would be like asking it to happen for Raylan and he hadn't been at a spot yet to accept that it might happen.]

More thankful for your hopes than not, [He replied huskily as he pressed a more gentle kiss to Malcolm's lips. He wanted to go upstairs.. He also didn't want to set Malcolm down.. or fall down the stairs trying to something stupid. With a little rumble of protest from the back of his throat, Raylan gently set Malcolm down, one hand on his leg firm and sure in its guidance.]

Right behind you.. [And he would enjoy the view the whole way. ]

[Malcolm was a little unsteady as he regained his feet, practically dizzy with arousal and anticipation. He nodded, then took a breath.] Okay. [He slipped around the corner and headed up the stairs, threading a hand through his hair as he went. Once he got to the bedroom, he tugged his tie loose enough to pull it over his head and toss it aside, then he crouched at his bag and riffled through a side pocket to come up with a brand new tube of lubricant. He got up and turned around to face Raylan, who looked deliciously tousled and rumpled.]

So...

[He glanced down, smiling self-consciously, then looked up at him again. He would never expect to be the more experienced person in a relationship. Especially one with someone who was decidedly cooler than he was. He stuck the tube in his jeans pocket and moved back into Raylan's space, leaning up into him, sliding a hand along his jaw and kissing him, softly for a moment and then with increasing heat.]

[The Marshal's hands had lightly stayed on him til he was sure Malcolm had his feet, and followed him upstairs, pausing at the bedroom door to pull off his boots. He wasn't going to get caught on that again.

Raylan's heart was beating in his ears as Malcolm turned around, body patiently tense, waiting for the next touch, the next indulgence and his hands settled on Malcolm's hips as he leaned down to meet the kiss. As the heat of it all crept back in, Raylan slid his hands underneath and up Malcolm's back. He liked skin and Malcolm's was delightfully soft for all the firm muscle he could feel underneath it. As their tongues twisted together, one hand was pulled back and slid up Malcolm's chest so his fingers could catch and slowly start popping open his buttons.

Sure, they'd get to bed and the lube in Malcolm's pocket soon enough, but Raylan did enjoy a scenic route. He hadn't gotten to indulge like this yet and frankly, there was plenty of Malcolm's skin that needed kissing.]

[Raylan's fingers sent electricity through his skin and he grabbed the hem of Raylan's undershirt, pushing it up his body as he unbuttoned Malcolm's shirt, only breaking the kiss long enough to slip the shirt off him. Once it was over his head, he slid his hands back down the firm contours of Raylan's chest and then around his ribs and up and down his back.]

[ With Malcolm's shirt open and his off, Raylan breathed him in as he got to relish the feel of their bare chests together but the kiss was broken again soon enough in favor of Raylan's lips making their way across Malcolm's jaw and onto his neck as his hands spread over and up Malcolm's back. Pants on or not, Raylan aimed them towards the bed and turned so that he'd take the fall onto it, dragging Malcolm down with him and rolling over on top of him to kiss him hungrily again.

Yes, this was better.]

[As Raylan moved along his jaw and neck, Malcolm's head tilted to the side to give him access, his eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. He was easily tugged along with Raylan onto the bed and, when he rolled over onto him, Malcolm lifted his head to eagerly meet that kiss, one hand still splayed on his back, the other sliding back up into his hair. He drew his knees up on either side of Raylan's hips, giving them a squeeze.]

[With some of his weight propped on his elbow, Raylan ran one hand down Malcolm's side and back up his chest, fingers dancing over Malcolm's collarbone before slipping up and around his neck. Raylan didn't really notice the settle of his own weight between Malcolm's legs and his hand kept roaming, moving back down to tuck a few fingers behind Malcolm's waistband and smoothly open the top of his pants, carefully working the zipper down so he could push and spread his hand along Malcolm's hips, his own lifting into the man a little on their own.]

[Malcolm hummed into the kiss as the warmth of Raylan's hand slid across his hips and once Raylan popped Malcolm's jeans open, Malcolm reached between them, blindly fumbling for Raylan's button. Once he got it popped, he hooked his toes into Raylan's pockets and pushed the jeans down with his feet.]

[The fact that Raylan was lean enough to keep even his slender size in a pant with a little room to move made Malcolm's maneuver much easier to execute, and made Raylan break the kiss with a laugh as he rolled his body weight up onto one elbow to look down and help as best he could in shifting the denim off.]

You weren't kiddin' about bendy were you? You gonna strip off my boxers the same way?

[Hey, it was impressive.]

[Malcolm laughed lightly, but did require that last bit of help; Raylan's legs were longer than his. He was not kidding. Ballet and then yoga. He gave Raylan a mischievous look and brought his knees back up, slipping a toe into each side of his waistband and pushing them down off his hips, too.]

I didn't know what I was training for, but I've trained vigorously.

[As long as Raylan found it hot and not weird and off-putting.

Once the boxers were gone, Malcolm looped his legs loosely around Raylan's waist - his denim on Raylan's skin - lifting his head to claim another kiss.]

[Raylan bobbed his head, eyebrows curled and lifted in amusement as he watched he watched the boxers start down, chuckling at Malcolm's return as he settled back down, unfairly naked first again but not hating the way that denim felt against him.]

Ten out of ten, [he scored with a murmur before meeting Malcolm's lips.

It was a little weird, but in an endearing way that had no effect on Malcolm's level of hotness. His lips and eyes alone were devastating. Raylan shifted, using leverage against Malcolm's thigh to arch himself up so he could break the kiss enough to tug Malcolm's jeans down, pausing for a half second to fish the lube out from his pocket and toss it up next to Malcolm's head so it didn't get lost before helping get them off all the way.]

[Malcolm shifted his legs so Raylan could pull his jeans off more easily, then gripped Raylan's hips with his knees again when he settled back against him, an openly fond look on his face, even as his heart beat fast against his chest. He slid his hand back up into Raylan's hair, the other settling splayed on his back. He could feel Raylan's hardness next to his own between his legs and it made his breath come shallow. He was intensely aware that this was a different way of exploring each other than they'd tried before. Every day with this man was an adventure.]

[This is how Raylan wanted to explore him, spread on a bed in the hot of a lazy afternoon, in full light so there was no shying away from the reality of what this was or how he felt about it. Raylan shifted and pushed his hips forward a little, half lidded eyes locked on Malcolm's like he was drunk as he tested how good it felt to rub them together with no hands at all.

The hand that had settled on Malcolm's thigh as they came together moved again, slowly enjoying the subtle change in skin softness, the transition from softly hairy to smooth and velvet of hip and back again. This wasn't as different as he was used to and that was a modicum of relief, though Raylan couldn't exactly say why.

He kissed Malcolm again languidly, hand skimming its way up Malcolm's side and up his arm as Raylan's hips pulled back.]

I don't wanna hurt you. [There were some assumptions that Malcolm would have to correct; for everything Raylan did know, there was mountains that he didn't.]

It'll be okay. [With a smile and a fond kiss.] That's what this is for. [His hand came out of Raylan's hair to fumble beside his head and come up with and brandish the bottle of lube. He kissed him again.] I'll help you.

You'll tell me if it does. [He was sure and he'd be careful until he was told he didn't have to be. Raylan met all the kisses and moved some of his own back down Malcolm's jaw and neck, but this time he didn't stop there. He knew he'd be back on his hunches in a minute and frankly, Malcolm's chest was the most direct highway.

He took his time, shoulders rippling a little with every movement as he worked himself down, brushing his lips over his nipple before the scratch of his facial hair was moving over Malcolm's stomach. Raylan kept his body elevated but it didn't stop the tip of his new lover ghosting up his body as he came down. The solid muscle of stomach gave way to his very favorite spot on women, the dent of the hips, and Raylan nipped there with a light, equally testing nip before pushing himself up onto his heels and running his hands down Malcolm's thighs, almost spreading him a little.]

[Malcolm hummed approval of Raylan's path down his body, gasping at the brush against his nipple, arching his back a little where he couldn't help it, his hand threading through Raylan's hair until he couldn't reach it anymore.

As he sat up on his heels, Malcolm sat up, bringing the tube with him, pressing a needful kiss to Raylan's mouth before, ducking his head to note how much lube he was squeezing out into his hand, then looking up at Raylan's face before reaching over and slathering it along his cock.] It's important not to skimp on this stuff. [A beat and he looked up with a huff of a laugh.] You'll let me know if I get too unsexily technical. [Once Raylan was good and slick, Malcolm shifted back slightly. Having some limited experience with both men and women, at least he could translate between them. Possibly useful here.] The angle's a little different, but - happily - I'm pretty flexible, so I'm going to put my leg up over your shoulder, okay? [He leaned forward again, clutching Raylan's neck and giving him a heated kiss.] Just go slow at first. You'll get the feel for it. [He kissed him again.] It'll be all right.

[He let himself fall back onto his back, lifted one leg up over Raylan's shoulder, allowing him to angle his pelvis up a bit. Raylan could approach this at his own pace.]

[Raylan slipped a hand around Malcolm's neck as he came up and left it there to help keep Malcolm where he was. The cool slather made Raylan's stomach jump and tense with a little hiss of a breath at the flood of sensation. ]

I don't- think you'll have to worry about that. [Swallowing a little thickly, he nodded at Malcolm's instruction, only partially hearing it and oddly grateful for the distraction and heat of Malcolm's kisses, following them the fraction of space Malcolm took to reassure him before falling back and wrapping his free hand around Malcolm's leg as it came to his shoulder.

He shouldn't feel this nervous but he was as he grabbed his length and rubbed his tip against Malcolm's center, smearing a little of the excess there. Dark eyes came up with a bit of worry in them as he watched Malcolm's face, gently pushing himself forward a little and back again as he worked himself in. Any hint of pain or discomfort would pause the move - he'd meant it when he said he didn't want to hurt Malcolm.]

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[Malcolm was focused on keeping his muscles relaxed. Yoga was good for more than tone and balance. The sensation of Raylan filling him made his breath catch, but it wasn't a hiss of pain. He nodded encouragingly. It had been some years since he'd experienced this, but Raylan was careful. As he made it all the way in, Malcolm wrapped his other leg around Raylan's ribs.]

Okay? [Asked softly, with an encouraging smile.]

[Raylan swore tightly under his breath as his off hand found and gripped onto Malcolm's hip as he sunk himself in, both to help hold his weight and just to have a steady grip on something, face turned into his leg for a half second before he nodded. He wasn't willing to trust his voice just yet.

Just as carefully as he'd started, he pulled back and sank in again, getting used to the tightness of Malcolm's clutch, breathing heavily as his lips curled a little at the edges at the sight of the man under him.]

Are you? [Communication was key, or so he'd heard somewhere once upon a time.]

[He nodded, his own breath heavy, his hair splayed unruly on the blanket beneath his head. He shifted his hips against Raylan, urging him on.]

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