Threading his fingers with Harrison’s, Syx nodded earnestly, “Do do want that,” he laughed, “It wasn’t until all this insanity started that I realized just how desperately I need that. And I do want all of those soft moments with you.”
Squeezing the blue fingers in his, he added, “Not that you make it easy to think about anything but sex sometimes,” he bit his lower lip, “Pure sex in a suit.”
Leaning forward awkwardly over the table, he kissed Harrison’s knuckles, “I’m really glad to hear that you don’t want a full-time dom?” he chuckled, “I could never keep that up. I like it like my costume? Something I can take on and off,’ He squeezed Harrison’s fingers, looking into his eyes, “I want to meet your son, watch my favorite cheezy movies with you, I want you to meet Anna. English feels ridiculously limited to describe the things I feel, but I do want you to be a part of my life. All of it. Not just the sex,” he rolled a shoulder and grinned, “Though I most certainly want that too.”
Harrison lets out a sigh of deep relief. He can’t help but preen a little when Syx calls him ‘sex in a suit’ (given that is exactly the look he works so hard to achieve) but he’s so glad to hear they are on the same page. The awkward kiss on his knuckles only helps cement the other man’s words, and a bright purple blush blooms on his cheeks.
“I love you too,” he blurts out before he can think. “Before. You said you loved me. And I love you too. I don’t know what that means or where that takes us….. but what I have with you is so special and I know neither of us was looking for it or expected it but….”
Now the blush is a bright purple inferno. “I’m just glad you feel the same way,” he concludes awkwardly.
Syx bit his lower lip, grinning widely, “Has anyone ever told you that your blush is adorable? Because it is,” his thumb rubbed over Harrison’s knuckles tenderly, “I’d really hoped to be far more… romantic? passionate? sexy? when I said that rather than just blurting it out in a panic. But I do. Love you. You’re important, so important,” his own cheeks colored as he squeezed Harrison’s fingers, “I’m glad you feel that way too.”
“It’s not a rush to figure out, is it?” he worried his lip, “I don’t know what labels to even give what I feel. All I know is that I want to be part of your life and you in mine.”