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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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“Oh is that so?” Syx purred and rolled until he was on top of Harrison. His mouth moving to nip at the other blue man’s neck. Lips moving against delicious blue skin he murmured, “Maybe I’ll just have you for breakfast.”

He actually was quite hungry. Prison food sucked. It always did. Seemingly to get worse every year. Or maybe it was just because he knew what food was supposed to taste like now.

“Mmmmmm.” Harrison sighed happily as Syx rolls him onto his back and takes control.  God, the blue villain knows just how to bring out Harrison’s rare submissive side, by a perfect cocktail of dominance and sensual persuasion.  “I am quite delicious.  But not quite as delicious as chocolate chip pancakes with fruit, whipped cream, and bacon,” he says, reaching up to caress and squeeze Syx’s pert little blue ass.  

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?” 

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Syx mumbled sleepily, slowly coming to. Soft and warm and in a very comfortable bed. One with finer sheets than he owned. His first thought was that he’d fallen asleep at Wayne’s, but the arms around him were too small. Anna? No, that wasn’t right. Slowly and groggily the memories from last night returned. Coming over to Harrison’s dead tired. Here because he wasn’t in the right mental place to help his sudden house guest. He loved Anna dearly but… it was exhausting, watching her struggle and feeling helpless. He hadn’t felt strong enough that night.

Waking up like this, oh this was lovely indeed. A soft smile playing on his lips as he twisted around and kissed the lovely blue man beside him, “Breakfast?”

Wayne was making breakfast? Oh right… Harrison’s Wayne… he flushed. This was going to be very different. 

Harrison received the kiss with a smile.  “There’s that blush,” he teased, letting Syx reposition himself.  With their movement, his flimsy robe is gaping open now.  “I’m powerless to resist such evil charms.”

“Oh is that so?” Syx purred and rolled until he was on top of Harrison. His mouth moving to nip at the other blue man’s neck. Lips moving against delicious blue skin he murmured, “Maybe I’ll just have you for breakfast.”

He actually was quite hungry. Prison food sucked. It always did. Seemingly to get worse every year. Or maybe it was just because he knew what food was supposed to taste like now.

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Harrison quietly shut the bedroom door behind him, and made his way back to the bed in the dark quiet room.  

Harrison had woken up earlier, and had quietly slipped himself from the bed so he could spend some time with Wayne before Syx woke.  The pair had gotten Devin up and fed, then dressed and off for an adventure with Sheldon and Mets at the aquarium.  Harrison wouldn’t have minded introducing Syx to his son, but he wanted to give both Syx and Wayne a chance to feel each other out without an audience.  Also with a threesome on the table, he’d rather have his loving but nosy brother out of the house.  And his mouthy dog too.  

Meanwhile Wayne was in the kitchen, trying his best to quietly prepare pancake batter, freshly whipped cream, bacon, and a warm cherry raspberry compote.  He’d only done the topping because Harrison had given him puppy dog eyes but the blue man felt no guilt about getting exactly what he wanted.  His mate was the one who had let his fear get the best of him, and as far as Harrison was concerned, Wayne could spoil him a bit to make up for it.  

Harrison had slipped from the evenings pajamas into something a bit more sultry, for Wayne’s sake as well as Syx’s.  Now it was one of his flirtatiously short black silk robes, and a pair of tight, bright purple patterned underwear that peeked out when the robe separated.  Nothing too salacious, but something he was reasonably sure both men would appreciate.  

Sliding back under the covers, he wiggled in close to Syx, wrapping his arm around the other man’s back and pressing a soft kiss to the top of his forehead.  

“It’s time to wake up, sleepyhead.  We have a hero making us super-breakfast,” he said softly to the blue man in his bed. 

Syx mumbled sleepily, slowly coming to. Soft and warm and in a very comfortable bed. One with finer sheets than he owned. His first thought was that he’d fallen asleep at Wayne’s, but the arms around him were too small. Anna? No, that wasn’t right. Slowly and groggily the memories from last night returned. Coming over to Harrison’s dead tired. Here because he wasn’t in the right mental place to help his sudden house guest. He loved Anna dearly but… it was exhausting, watching her struggle and feeling helpless. He hadn’t felt strong enough that night.

Waking up like this, oh this was lovely indeed. A soft smile playing on his lips as he twisted around and kissed the lovely blue man beside him, “Breakfast?”

Wayne was making breakfast? Oh right… Harrison’s Wayne… he flushed. This was going to be very different.