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Harrison pulls Syx close, god, as close as he can.  Their blue limbs are tangled in each other and their lips kiss and nip all the sensitive spots on each other’s neck and ears.

And still he wants him closer.  He wants there to be nothing between them, no clothes, no secrets, no painfully inadequate human words to describe this.  As he tangles his fingers behind Syx’s soft bald head, their lips parting just long enough for a breath, he exhales a word.  

“Yours.”