[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.]
[ a very indulgent motion indeed, and Malik accepts it just as indulgently, arching up gracefully under the path of Pink's hands, pressing into the touch and welcoming it. ]
Mm, yes--you've understood perfectly.
[ he sighs then, all relaxed contentment as he lets his weight rest back into the soft surface under himself. He does at least sling one arm around Pink's waist, encouraging him down to rest his weight over him, liking that too. ]
[It feels kind of different to be invited to, compared to just flopping on him before without permission. Is. is this cuddling. did Pink only just realize that was what's been happening? maybe. Even dream!Pink manages to find it almost embarrassing how comfortable all this feels, suddenly.
But he settles against Malik anyway, trying not to be too pleased about his contented sounds.]
Ya'd be collecting on the spoiling ya did in that bingo game, right? Seems fair.
I do like fair. But I also liked pampering you, if that's what we're calling it.
[ He spreads his palm against the small of Pink's back, feeling how warm he is, even through his shirt... and then remembers that hey, he already dealt with this shirt! Why is it in the way again? Someone was cheating.
Thankfully this is an easy problem to solve.
Malik walks his fingers down the line of Pink's backbone until he finds the hem of his shirt, then presses his hand up under it ]
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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.]
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Mm, yes--you've understood perfectly.
[ he sighs then, all relaxed contentment as he lets his weight rest back into the soft surface under himself. He does at least sling one arm around Pink's waist, encouraging him down to rest his weight over him, liking that too. ]
Are you going to pamper me if I just lie here?
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But he settles against Malik anyway, trying not to be too pleased about his contented sounds.]
Ya'd be collecting on the spoiling ya did in that bingo game, right? Seems fair.
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[ He spreads his palm against the small of Pink's back, feeling how warm he is, even through his shirt... and then remembers that hey, he already dealt with this shirt! Why is it in the way again? Someone was cheating.
Thankfully this is an easy problem to solve.
Malik walks his fingers down the line of Pink's backbone until he finds the hem of his shirt, then presses his hand up under it ]