Raylan wasn't that worldly and Malcolm was talented and Raylan loved him. There was a special magic in being his first bottom, though Raylan simply equated both men to his 'First', and that power wasn't going anywhere either.

He shuddered under the hum, moaning tightly as he lost the fight to lifting his hips into that grip, hand finding Malcolm's so he could grip back as he watched the worship. "What else can you do that I've been missin' out on," he husked with a tilt of his head. "What can I do for you?"