[Does look mildly baffled for a moment; probably an amusing affect with his hair a bit ruffled and shirt haphazardly yanked to his chest. He considers Malik though, trying to decide what he means, then sitting up some, letting his own shirt fall back down (cheating just slightly).]

This way~?

[Malik's shirt is already pulled most of the way up, but he sets his hands at his waist again anyway, leaning over him and sliding warm palms from there all the way up in a slow indulgent motion, pressing into him, gliding over his chest and up under his shirt again, continuing the motion up so Malik's head is eventually freed from collar and hem both, the shirt getting tucked behind his neck out of the way so Pink can land a kiss on his jaw.]