That was easy to answer. No matter that his breath was already erratic, his heart beating fast; the answer to that question was a simple, "No."

His mind wasn't one given to sensual fantasy. It didn't surprise him that he'd never really imagined something like this between himself and Malik. Yet, somehow, Malik being the one to pin him to the wall was a surprise, and one he found himself eagerly reacting to, his hands taking hold of Malik's hips, head tilting back to give access to his jaw, his neck, all of the skin his shirt exposed now that his tabard and cowl had been discarded. "I want everything you would give me, Malik."