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[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.]

[It was all he needed. Raylan's thrusts got smoother as he set into an even pace, but he kept it slow for now, sinking his hips into Malcolm's flesh with more confidence in each stroke and settling himself in as far as he could. His hands moved up Malcolm's legs, hooking behind his knees and pushing them down and apart so his hips could have full range as he moved.

With the worry of hurting Malcolm largely out of the way, Raylan's mind could sink back into indulging in the view spread out in front of him. He thought it might bother him more once they got to this point, like the sight of a full cock bouncing against a stomach because of him would be somehow... He wasn't sure. It didn't matter.

What did matter is that in the here and now, a beautiful, kind and caring person was gracing him with the invitation to feel happy and satisfied, in more ways than one.]

[His hands moved again, sliding down the insides of Malcolm's thighs and over his hips as Raylan lowered his weight back down onto his elbows so he could kiss Malcolm again with a commanding, intense capture of his lips.]

[Malcolm breathed into each thrust, moving his hips to push against Raylan as he pushed into him. When Raylan leaned down and kissed him, he met his lips just as hungrily, his hand burying itself in Raylan's hair again, friction from his own cock against Raylan's stomach occasionally making him moan faintly into the kiss.]

[Those little sounds were encouraging and Raylan started moving faster, lifting his hips with each thrust with a soft grunt of his own under his breath as he broke the kiss, keeping his forehead leaned on Malcolm's as the sound of their bodies meeting started to fill the room. They were going to move soon; Raylan was hungry for more than just filling him in its rawest sense.]

[Malcolm felt his breath mingling with Raylan's between them as they both panted through their exertion, one hand staying in his hair, squeezing slightly, the other gripping his shoulder. He was content to let Raylan lead with his comfort level, eager to watch and feel him discover what he liked and what he wanted in what was a new arena for him.]

[Under the wash of it all, of his far reaching need, Raylan growled softly with his next out breath, rolling them onto his back, a hand coming up to catch Malcolm's face and keep him close for a minute so he could kiss him again.]

I want you to drive.

[Malcolm wasn't expecting that and he laughed breathlessly. He could do that. He shifted his weight, rocking his hips back and forth, his pace already needy from Raylan's attention.

Raylan, sweaty and prone beneath him was erotic as hell and he wrapped one hand around his own cock, his strokes in time with each rock of his hips.]

[Malcolm and his wild hair and blue eyes were, well, half of the entire reason that Raylan was here and from down below, Raylan was still far from regretting this, especially with the tightness lacing through him as his hips lifted in time. His hands spread up Malcolm's thighs, but one kept going, laying over Malcolm's stroking hand in a silent request to take over.

All he wanted Malcolm worried about was working himself to whatever heights the afternoon could bring him.]

[He let Raylan's hand take the place of his with a soft gasp and, after a moment, let his eyes flutter shut and his head fall back, focused entirely on sensation, his breath coming increasingly in gasps and moans, his hips moving faster, until his breath catches.]

Raylan- [Through a gasp was all the warning he got before warm cum spilled over his stomach, Malcolm's movements stuttering for a moment, then continuing, still working to bring him to climax.]

[There was something entracing about it that Raylan readily lost himself to, bucking up into Malcolm as the man's hips came back and stroking him all in time, enough so that he didn't note his own grunts and half breathed sounds. The fast Malcolm moved, the faster he did and when Malcolm clenched around him, Raylan's head pressed back into the bed with a strangled breath only to come back forward.

His clean hand gripped Malcolm's hips as he kept bucking, lips curling the closer he got and the only warning he could give was a rough:] Shit, [before tensing underneath him with a few last hard pumps as he curled a little, falling back into the bed with a shuddering breath. It took a second for his eyes to open back up, but when they did, he was reaching up to pull Malcolm down for a kiss.]

[Malcolm returned the kiss, then let his head rest on Raylan's shoulder, knees on either side of his abdomen, curled up on top of him for a moment to catch his breath, fingertips fidgeting lightly on top of Raylan's other shoulder.

It had never been like that before. He felt like his whole body was still buzzing with electricity.

When he could finally draw a full - if shaky - breath, he lifted his head a little to look at Raylan's face.]

Was that okay?

[He knew there had been some hesitations beforehand. If Raylan wasn't comfortable with that, they could do other things. If it had been a conversation they were having, he would have watched his reactions in real time, but he had not been up to that under the circumstances. Feedback would have to do.]

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