He hummed a throaty sound as he got to lay their chests together, tongue dipping into Malcolm's mouth to draw him out into a less chaste dance. His closest hand slid up Malcolm's arm and pulled it down to the bed where clever fingers worked the restraint open so he could toss it casually off the side of the bed.

"We're workin' on better," Raylan murmured, hands moving down Malcolm's body until his thumbs hooked on his own boxers, tugging and working them off. But once they were lost in the shuffle of feet, Raylan hooked a leg around Malcolm's and rolled over, taking Malcolm with him.

Those sleep pants needed to get somewhere that wasn't between them.