Sheets hissed as he shifted, pushed into the grasp of Malcolm's hands. Lips spread in a grin against his skin, moving down, pressing the warm things up and down the length. He worked slow, sucking gently along the pulse. His own hands moved, running down his back, working into his shirt. He tugged until he could slid his hands inside, caress warm skin, fingers ghosting over the curve of his spine.

"So you had fun?" he asked him, nipping at his jaw.