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[empathicfault]

"Will Graham here. Leave a message."

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[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.