It's pretty chaste, all told. Just a steady dry press, a connection, a way to close the circuit and actually FEEL Malcolm against his skin the way he is in his chest. It's a stupid, giddy feeling. All bright joy and god he's got another partner. He's not broken. He's not alone anymore and that shouldn't be such a relief.
York pulls away enough to rest his forehead against Malcolms and murmurs, soft and awed. "Got you."
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York pulls away enough to rest his forehead against Malcolms and murmurs, soft and awed. "Got you."