He felt it happen before it did, something in the way Malcolm's length swelled and thummed in his mouth before filling it with hot cream that Raylan had no choice but to swallow down, nose filling with the musty scent of it all as he tilted is head to breathe.

Sucking Malcolm dry with a shudder of his own as Malcolm's mouth went back to work, Raylan groaned and pulled back, freeing Malcolm and allowing himself to pant as his hips lifted, moving on their own. Raylan bit little kisses into the back of Malcolm's thigh and rested there as he let himself be spun up to climax so his fingers could dig back into Malcolm's skin as he unloaded in return with a low tight sound.