Re: [sue/newt]
Not so much the nooks, as the crannies, [was Newt's dry reply. Sue (and Adrian) had always been thin, and Newt himself had always been lanky, growing like a long-limbed tree, sprouting ever upward. He'd some muscle on him, as he did spend many hours of his day physically engaged. The smooth pallor of Sue's shoulder was in contrast to Newt's own, as well. He was a sky spat with fire, where Sue (and Adrian) were free of any blemish, save for the occasional bruise or cut or scar.—The older man watched his friend dress in his, Newt's, pajama shirt, his own narrow chest bared—there was the ginger fuzz of chest hair there, small, pink-orange nipples, and the usual raucous of freckles on pale skin. He knew, and quite fully, that he was making a mistake. But, rather than stop it, as Sue burrowed into the bed, he let his hand fall to the other man's head. He threaded fingers in dark hair gently, idly.
Was he surprised by the hand that came to the plane of his stomach? No. That didn't mean, however, that it wasn't entirely exhilarating, which, of course, was a sentiment betrayed by his then exposed cock. It wasn't firmly at attention, but there were certain obvious indications of interest in the way it had half-hardened at not yet a touch. Only too helpful, he lifted his knees and opened them, making space where it was needed. He lifted his brows at Sue, his bottom lip tucked under teeth. He peered out from beneath the flop of ginger.] Oh?