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...No, I don't think so. [He's not even thinking of the lack of proper sailing water, he's just thinking of how horrifyingly frightened he'd be]

What?

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You, [ He murmurs, leaning in to nuzzle the side of his neck. ] Have made me happy. And you weren't bad at it at all.

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Oh. Well. That's good, then. Doesn't take much, does it?

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I am a man of simple needs.

[ One of those needs is a cheek kiss. That's okay, right? that's fine. ]

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[A cheek kiss is definitely fine.] Now I didn't say that...

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What would you say then, mm?

[ Cheek kiss to jaw kiss? ]

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[Also fine!] I just mean that when it comes to me making you happy, it doesn't take much of anything. Must be like pulling teeth, getting anything out of me.

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I think I'm figuring it out. Sailing. Naval history. Black tea. Competent and not impulsive choices in missions. Taking your background into consideration for the suit got me points. [ Jaw > throat? Jaw throat. Little dry pecks of a kiss. ]

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Something like that, yes. You're close to me. I suppose that means it's easier for me to open up. [This is easier? Who wants to see difficult?!]

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I got lucky. [ If he hadn't been friends with Jim they'd have never fallen in together, paranoid bros that they were. If he ever sees Jim again he needs to thank him.

Throat's nice, throat's good. Throat's not getting complaints so maybe- collar? Just the one before leaning up to nip at his earlobe. ]

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[Hm. Talking is probably done. York seems much more interested in seeing where he can get away with, and what. That's...fine. He can allow that.]

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[ Now's as good a time as any to lean back and Tug mal with him. It's not hard. It could be harder but he's shorter, lighter, not near as broad. He tries to make it not so much manhandling as a smooth transition from sitting next to each other to having Malcolm in his lap, hands carefully on his waist and not his hips or anything particularly provocative.

Just chilling on the sofa. ]

We good?

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[That is definitely a confused noise when he's physically moved around, and now he's in York's lap?? His hands brace on York's chest, and the bewildered look is back. He consciously moves his seat more toward York's knees.]

What are you doing?

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Nothing you're not comfortable with.

[ Point in fact the hands that were on Malcolm's waist drop down to no be touching him at all. ]

Sorry.

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[He settles and sags a little, still seated farther back, hands still on chest but somewhat more relaxed. Cautious relaxation.]

But what were you doing?

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Holding you? Cuddling. I didn't think you'd take well to being the little spoon so this was kind of the alternative.

[ He says as he keeps his hands to himself, giving Mal all the space he needs. ]

We can not. It was kind of a dumb idea.

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That's what we were doing. Well. You were doing. [He sits up a little straighter, hands down to York's thighs for balance.] You want me to be a more active participant instead of being shy and petrified.

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Little bit, yeah, if you're comfortable with it. If you're not we can call it a night.

[ He's happy with how this has gone, really. No feelings have been hurt, they've learned a little more about each other, there was some kissing. He's content. ]

No pressure.

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[He doesn't look very convinced, but he'll get off of York's lap and back to being right beside him. With a lean into him. No arm around him, but it's a lean, anyway.]

We were already cuddling. Pardon me if I have to assume you were looking for more, then.

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Nothing more is going to happen until you're comfortable with cuddling. Which you aren't. And that's fine.

[ He shrugs and tips his head over, resting it against Malcolm's hair. He's fine with this. He meant it when he said if it was the dude physical interaction thing that Mal wanted no part of, he'd do without.

He's done it before, really. ]

We do this at your pace. Not mine.

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I'm fully comfortable with cuddling. We've done it before and have been doing it tonight. Cuddling is not at all strange.

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Platonic cuddling. The moment lips get involved you lock up. I know I'm a locksmith but I kinda don't want to have to pick at you to get you to relax. If you're not comfortable, it's okay. Just say so.

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Platonic cuddling--what does that even mean?

Nevermind. Nevermind, this is a disaster, I'm terrible at this. I don't see how I can possibly make you happy when I'm this.

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Oh my god would you shut up.

[ Chin, meet hand. Mouth? Meet mouth. Unlike the rest this is- well it's not chaste at all. It's heated and as intense as he can make it without prying Malcolm's mouth open with his tongue. ]

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[That--that was--that's unexpected. Talking about how terribly this 'date' is going did not scream 'really kiss this time' to him, but hey, that's how York is rolling, and it's pretty...wow. Pretty nice.

Pretty he's just gonna take a moment after the surprise has worn off to slide a hand to cradle the back of York's head. This is much more passionate. It catches him off guard, and it's a little bit, well, hot. Nice, in a hot way.]