Syx had rubbed his cheek into Harrison’s hand, snorting when he was told the orange jumpsuit had been burned. Giving the man below him an incredulous look he scoffed, “You aren’t getting me into a monkey suit. They may look good on you,” he conceded, “But I’m certainly not wearing one.”
Reluctantly sliding from Harrison and the bed, Syx padded over to the closet and peered inside. After a moment he simply opted for a long robe to wrap around himself over the night clothing Harrison had provided him with. Feeling that should be enough and resisting the urge to find something to cover his wrists. Especially since he’d only have to show them later if the threesome was going to be a thing. Better to face it now.
Harrison followed Syx to the closet, offering him several casual outfits and even a pair of leather pants. But in the end, he helps Syx into one of his many soft silk robes. Though the one he was wearing was designed to be short and flirty, Syx picked one with long sleeves that almost covered his scars. Almost.
Reaching for Syx’s hand, he laces their blue fingers together and gives the other man’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t worry, he’s just as nervous,” he confessed. “But I think you two will get along just fine. Do you want slippers?” he asked.
Swallowing, Syx squeezed Harrison’s hand and leaned his forehead against the other’s blue dome. Rubbing their heads together, he again revealed at the feeling of their growing bond. Of how blue felt.
“Slippers would be good, yes,” he tried to cover for his nerves, stealing a kiss before Harrison could move away from him to get the footwear.
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