Malcolm meets each kiss just as greedily, tilting his head to give Will access, keeping a hand firmly grasping Will's hair. He moans as the pressure on the wound makes it ache and sting at the same time, his hips pressing against Will's hips like he can't help it.

"Be still?" He smirks, but when he speaks, he's a little breathless. "Depends. What are the rewards for compliance?"