Syx let out a soft groan, pushing back into those lovely hands, “Bacon sounds delightful.”
Rolling his hips and looking down at the equally delightful sight below his, Syx bit his lip, “I do hope dessert is an option afterwards, though,” god how he’d love to continue exploring Harrison with his mouth.
Sitting up he settled so that he was straddling Harrison, he tried to psyche himself up for meeting a new Wayne. Realising how little clothing he was wearing… and borrowed clothing at that, Syx blushed brightly, “Can I borrow a robe? A long one with sleeves?”
“Of course,” Harrison replied, letting go of one cheek to reach around and cup another in his slim blue hand. “I took the liberty of having your prision uniform burned. Borrow anything you like. I have a few long robes or you’re welcome to a shirt and pants. Even a suit if you’d like,” he teased, patting Syx’s hot pink cheek. He secretly hopes desert for all three of them is an option….
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.
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