There was something to be said about Higgs and the way he simply responded to the touch, the soft pressure, and the way he pressed his cock into his hand. He had to control his own urge to just grind him up against the wall.
His breath was hot as he brought his lips and teeth in to glide down that hot expanse of neck, his hands already reaching for the fastenings on their robes.
"Too many fucking clothes," he grumbled, as he reached for the clasp on his own robes, not caring that they fell to a heap on the floor, his leaking and hard cock quivering against the cool air. He slid the robes away from Higgs' shoulders, guiding him back towards the bar, stopping only when his hand was around Higgs' naked cock, his lips and teeth biting down Higgs' chest even as he looked into his eyes, giving him almost a daring look.