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[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.]

[With Malcolm curled on top of him, Raylan let his hand move over and down Malcolm's shoulder, eyes falling closed again as he tried to catch and even his breath. The heartbeat that thrummed through his senses could have been either of theirs, as he was acutely aware of the one he could feel surrounding him.

Raylan breathed out a satisfied sounding breath as he cracked an eye at Malcolm, face curling around the edges as he started to smile. That would be Malcolm's feedback.]

You tell me. [Malcolm was the one with all the experience here.]

[Allll.....both times before this. He set his head back down on Raylan's shoulder and smiled lazily.]

It was... exceptionally good. [Admitted into the warmth of his skin.] You're a natural at a lot of things, it seems.

[Letting out a breathy huff of a chuckle as his fingers started stroking in idle enjoyment up and down Malcolm's back, Raylan smirked and pressed a kiss against Malcolm's temple.]

Good teachers help. Practice'll help more too, [he said, voice breaking into the grin that matched the one spreading on his face.] It's not so different from what I already know. Just.. new learning curves. [But he was okay with that, and it echoed in the warmth of his tone.]

[Raylan wasn't put off by any of it. He liked it. He liked Malcolm. He liked Malcolm like this. An easier smile came to his face at those remarks. He looked up at Raylan's face. God, it was nice. Just the right shape; all chiseled and angular.]

I don't actually want to get up but... I really feel the need to clean up.... some of the mess.

[While he was comfortable and warm, there was also a growing chill in the stickiness between their stomachs. He started untangling himself, gesturing with both hands for Raylan to stay right where he was while Malcolm ran to the bathroom, quickly cleaned himself up and then returned with a washcloth he'd dampened with warm water to do the same for Raylan, gently and carefully, before sliding up along his side to curl up with him again.]

You're not the only one, [Raylan assured with another huff of amusement and a glance down, shivering a little Malcolm's retreat and the sudden coldness that was left in his wake. He lifted his eyebrows a little in response to Malcolm's gesture and, with a soft look of fond amusement, propped himself on his elbows to watch as Malcolm bounded away and back again.

Once he was cleaned up and had use of both his hands, Raylan happily laid back down with an arm around Malcolm's shoulder and the other on the arm over his stomach.]

I thought it would be.. messier, [he admitted as he stared at the ceiling and enjoyed the quiet aftermath of what they'd done. This is what he wanted- them momentarily spent and sprawled in a bed together. Malcolm still felt good against him, and Raylan didn't feel guilty or bad at all. That was more surprising than anything.]

[Malcolm traced a pattern softly across Raylan's chest with his fingertips, smiling at the observation.] It can be if you do it wrong. You were right that it can be painful if you do it wrong, too. [Explained as idly as the lazy pattern he was tracing.] Just like with emotional intimacy, you have to be careful whose hands you put yourself in. [He looked up from the smooth skin of his chest to look at his face.] It's weird how quickly I trusted you. I don't trust anyone just like that.

Good to know I was right on something.

[He liked the fingers on his chest and shifted his head a little to look down, sure that it did terrible things to his chin, to meet Malcolm's eye.] You mean you don't always let your Gala dates kiss you after a crazy day of saving your life?

[ They were edging towards a more serious kind of territory and Raylan still couldn't stop the instinctive affable charm from slipping out to try to steer it away.]

For the first few days after I came home, I tried to convince myself it was the whiskey or the.. [The killing and the stress of it. Everyone could think he was so cool and Raylan could defend his justifications, but the What if haunted him, just like the shit he'd seen happen. Just like the dead men he'd watched fade to that status.]

But when your name popped up again on my phone, there was no whiskey or Quarles. [And he'd had the same rush of adrenaline and butterflies.] Just my being happy to talk to you. How'd you suppose that happened, hm?

[He shifted back to staring at the ceiling with a sigh. He didn't have an answer for that question either.]

[He huffed a self-conscious laugh.]

The night you tackled me to the floor just outside this room, I told you everything. Why did I do that? When you came to New York, I didn't think... this was in the cards, but... I harassed you into staying on my couch because I wanted to spend time with you.

[Raylan smiled thinking back on it. That first night, he'd done nothing but stop Malcolm from accidentally killing himself in his terrors; New York, well.. He could have found a room with the other Marshals.]

I didn't fight your harrassment too hard, as I recall. Felt like you just.. wanted someone to hear it, at the time. [He kept that idle stroke up, unrelenting in his apparent need to restock Malcolm's Touch Starved stores. Frankly, he was affection starved himself, always hungry for it and the lift that the hope for happiness gave him.]

From what you've said, most people don't seem to make it past the base file, so to speak.

[He set his head back down, smiling into Raylan's shoulder.]

A lot of people don't even make it to the base file. I'm quite widely considered weird and annoying without being the spawn of a serial killer. [He looked up at Raylan again.] Though when I got here the first time, I was concerned someone was going to find out who I was and you wouldn't help me anymore.

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