Date Night

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“Agreed,” Syx leaned into the touch marveling that he still felt so starved for touch even though he had Anna in his life. But then, blue on blue was special.

He hummed, sitting back enough to look Harrison over thoughtfully as he stocked his goatee. Chewing his lower lip, he wondered if he dared. His stomach fluttered, but he was always one for bold dares.  After all, what was the point if there wasn’t something at stake? 

“I’ll take off my shirt so you can see what’s underneath when we get to the club,” and he’d still be more covered than Harrison considering the mesh shirt his date had on.

“There’s something underneath?” Harrison asked, his face lighting up with excitement like a kid on Christmas.  “Besides your mmmm sexy blue chest?”   Now he’s curious, and it takes a considerable amount of self-control not to reach out and feel for himself.  

“Mmhmm,” Syx hummed with a shit eating grin at Harrison’s reaction, “A special surprise. What’s a date without some fun little surprises?”

He reached out and ran a finger under Harrison’s lips, “And what do I win?”

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