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[empathicfault]

"Will Graham here. Leave a message."

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[abrightboy]

Malcolm dodges the blade, grinning wickedly as he sees what it’s up to. He doesn’t resist when the blade makes short work of his own shirt next, not even flinching when it just nicks his collarbone on its way out. He shrugs out of the remains of the fabric, coming for Will’s mouth with his own again with that same feral need, one hand threading into Will’s hair as he kisses him deeply, giving a handful a pull that is clearly not intended to pull his lips away from Malcolm’s.

[empathicfault]

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.

[abrightboy]

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?"

[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.