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Syx fell into Harrison’s arms, relaxing with a soft sigh before leaning in and nipping at the other man’s ear and kissing his cheek, “Why hello.”

Syx reddened further, his cheeks turning a deeper rose. Chewing on his lower lip as he looked at Harrison through his lashes. With a twisted sense of mangled logic, he could readily admit that Harrison was beautiful, knew they were nearly identical in most ways. Knew that Wayne considered him beautiful, and Anna too. Yet still… it was hard to internalize. Getting easier though.

Squeezing Harrison’s hand he leaned his forehead against his… his lover… that would be okay to claim, and sighed happily. 

“I’m looking forward to that. To knowing how you smell and taste and feel when you fall apart,” letting out another nervous chuckle, “I do hope that cuddling like this will be an option afterward whether it was hard or soft,” he always needed this, craved this. To be wrapped up in his lover’s arms, soft and vulnerable after. 

“Always,” Harrison replied emphatically.  He’s always been a big fan of aftercare, both giving and receiving.  It helps ground him after a scene and frankly leaves him less likely to freak out over whatever they had just done.  

“I can never get enough cuddles,” he confessed.  “I’m greedy like that.”  And with that he grinned wide and playful.  “Here, move,” he instructed, wiggling the pair of them around until Syx is sitting next to him instead of straddling him.  Less sexy, but it makes it easier for Harrison to wrap his long blue arms around the other blue man and pull his head to his shoulder.  Resting it there, he lets out a soft happy hum.  Somehow this seems better to him, less sexual and more like when he cuddles on the couch with Wayne.  Intimate not erotic.

This was good. Syx settled into Harrison’s side, looping his arm around the other man’s middle in return. Nuzzling into Harrison’s neck and pressing a kiss to it. Seeing the mark he made earlier, he kissed his lover’s neck again with a happy hum. 

“Mine,” he claimed simply, a fact he was certain of despite all the other uncertainties in their relationship. Comfortable and relaxed like this.