[There's still a dreamlike quality to everything, it's a bit like watching it happen from the outside, the perspective of someone who hasn't done this enough to be familiar--while also understanding what it's like from first person. But he shifts up easily, following Malik's direction comfortably.]
[ The angle is a little weird, but Malik flexes his abs so he can sit up enough to draw Pink up into a kiss--warm and hungry.
He can't hold that long however, because doing half a sit up while kissing is kind of tiring, so he flops back to laying flat after a few seconds, looking very pleased with himself ]
Why wouldn't I want to seem impressive to the person half-inside my clothes? It's as much for my sake as for yours.
[ he hasn't moved his hand from the back of Pink's neck since he used it to urge him closer, though now he slides his fingers lower, tracing his spine until his fingertips dip under the collar of his shirt ]
[Will go ahead and push his shirt all the way up though, bowing his head to press his mouth to his skin.. and give Malik more space to slide his hand down the loose neck of his shirt]
Oh, my mistake! Only one-quarters into my clothes.
[ he's clearly entertained for a moment, honest and open, before his expression goes more sly again. As he talks, he moves his fingers out of Pink's collar so he can grip the shirt properly and ruck it up his over Pink's shoulder blades, baring his spine in 'retaliation' for having his own chest bared ]
[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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[ his fist uncurls so he can take a strand of Pink's hair between his fingers, idly rubbing it. Just to touch ]
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You can say if ya don't!
[Putting his hands under Malik's shirt tho.]
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--Though he stills for a second when Pink's hands fit under his shirt, his attention shifting to that instead with a hum of interest ]
I can promise you'll know how I feel about things.
[ he lets his hand run back to twist into the shorter hairs at the nape of Pinks' neck instead, trying to guide him upwards ]
Come up here for a second.
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He can't hold that long however, because doing half a sit up while kissing is kind of tiring, so he flops back to laying flat after a few seconds, looking very pleased with himself ]
Please continue.
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Aha, a sexy display!
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Perhaps I want to impress you.
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Eh, am I somebody worth impressing?
[Said.. kind of like he doesn't really think so, but with enough plausible deniability to not be doubting Malik's judgement.]
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Why wouldn't I want to seem impressive to the person half-inside my clothes? It's as much for my sake as for yours.
[ he hasn't moved his hand from the back of Pink's neck since he used it to urge him closer, though now he slides his fingers lower, tracing his spine until his fingertips dip under the collar of his shirt ]
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[Will go ahead and push his shirt all the way up though, bowing his head to press his mouth to his skin.. and give Malik more space to slide his hand down the loose neck of his shirt]
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[ he's clearly entertained for a moment, honest and open, before his expression goes more sly again. As he talks, he moves his fingers out of Pink's collar so he can grip the shirt properly and ruck it up his over Pink's shoulder blades, baring his spine in 'retaliation' for having his own chest bared ]
Care to up the ante further?
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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 ]