Will lets out a deep chuckle, eyes shining in the lights that brighten up their ship, their one and only space for the two of them. "I'd ask how you know exactly what I want, but we both know you're excellent at your job."

He stops swinging just long enough to duck in for another kiss, all teeth and tongue while he holds Malcolm by the shoulders. "Let me make it what I like, and I'll make sure it hurts," he says against Malcolm's lips. "It should be art, on you. It should reflect your radiance."