Will does the same- tearing his own shirt off while Malcolm is busy with his. The knife really should be dropping to the floor by now, but Will holds onto it. It's merelyangled away from Malcolm's body for the time being.

He crashes into his husband, groaning at the sweet pain of the tug on his hair. He kisses Malcolm with wild abandon. His mouth slowly moves down to Malcolm's chin, then his neck. He wanders down to the blood dripping slowly off Malcolm's collarbone. His tongue flicks out to lick it up- it seems gentle at first, but then the muscle presses in harder to the tiny wound.

"Mmmm," Will murmurs. "I seem to have a canvas now. Can you be still and wait for my mark?" It won't take long, but it remains to be seen whether either of them has the willpower for that.

Of course, they haven't made it to either of the two requested spots yet, either.