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[empathicfault]

"Will Graham here. Leave a message."

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[empathicfault]

"More negotiations?" Will replies, with a bark of a laugh. The hand in his hair is fantastic- he might be a bit breathless himself. It makes his next words a whisper.

"I will take you to the exact point, that edge where pain and pleasure are indistinguishable. And then I will push you over. You'll be lost, screaming for me. And I'll be there to catch you."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm's grin widens.

"Let's do that," he urges, hooking a leg around Will's hip to hold himself steady. "I'm ready," he breathes.