York, most often. It's how we were introduced and how I thought of myself while I was in the project. It's the name he knows best. Now and then 'Taylor' comes up but it's usually just York.
[And that is indeed a nice kiss, but Malcolm sets a hand on York's chest, a light push when they part to keep him from going back in for another.] Okay.
[ The hand has him going from relaxed and interested to mildly concerned in a heartbeat. He drops his hands to the back of the sofa (not mal's hair, not his shoulders) an leans away, lifting up enough so that he's not on his lap anymore. Very carefully not touching him in the slightest. ]
[ With that he moves out of Malcolm's space entirely, sliding off his lap and settling down an arm's length away on the sofa, plucking up a bottle of beer to drink like they hadn't just been making out in each other's laps. ]
[Well god, he didn't mean 'please the the hell away from me'. They...absolutely need to work on communication. He needs to. He needs to make sure he's communicating and he didn't just offend York or anything, did he?]
Should I clean up here? [Is it over? Usually dates being over meant sex, but since he doesn't want that to be the case here...]
[ That, though, that gets a soft twist of a smile and a faint shake of his head. ]
Malcolm- no means no. Stop means stop. You wanted to stop so we stopped. You're still feeling out your boundaries and I mean to respect them. I'm not going to be offended if you need space or want to quit. I'd be offended if you did but you didn't SAY anything because, wow, feeling the trust there.
I meet the bare minimum of what it takes to be a decent human being. Hell yeah! [ He punches the air with the hand holding the bottle, the other still smoothing through Malcolm's hair. ]
[He ducks out of the hairpetting and frowns, taking the petting hand in his own instead.] I mean you're a good man--Tay. [That one will take getting used to.]
That's not the part I find hard to believe. [Fine, York's hand is getting held between both of his, with a turn toward his friend. Date. Date friend.] But I suppose we'll both have to work on believing each other.
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[ Who gets a cheek nuzzle? Malcolm does. ]
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[ And here he is, asking. Cuddled close and a little interested but not so much as to need to move just yet. ]
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Maybe I just wanna hear you say it.
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[ Tongue needs licking is what it needs. York leans in that extra bit of space to seal their mouths together, slow and smoldering. ]
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We good?
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[ With that he moves out of Malcolm's space entirely, sliding off his lap and settling down an arm's length away on the sofa, plucking up a bottle of beer to drink like they hadn't just been making out in each other's laps. ]
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Should I clean up here? [Is it over? Usually dates being over meant sex, but since he doesn't want that to be the case here...]
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We're fine, boo. Really. I just figured you'd want a little space, you know?
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All right, I just...thought perhaps I'd offended you or something.
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[ That, though, that gets a soft twist of a smile and a faint shake of his head. ]
Malcolm- no means no. Stop means stop. You wanted to stop so we stopped. You're still feeling out your boundaries and I mean to respect them. I'm not going to be offended if you need space or want to quit. I'd be offended if you did but you didn't SAY anything because, wow, feeling the trust there.
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[ His hand falls back against the sofa for the moment. ]
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