(little did you know that I had that exact thing planned almost verbatim and was waiting to bring it up at a different time—also honey would definitely be trying everything he knew to make the experience good for ari and in the process not be enjoying himself at all, which could be another red flag to kinda alert ari that he isn’t exactly doing it for himself)
Honey stretched, his lithe, muscular body twisting, and grinned lazily. He traced a finger down the other man’s cheek and stopped right at the corner of his mouth. It was way too early, he knew, to give him a real kiss. He pulled his hand away and flopped against the pillows with a yawn. Before he could work up the energy to stand, there was a knock on the door.
“Hello!” someone singsonged. It was Lovey. “Room service! But not really. Sorry to bother you both, but is Honey in there?”
This situation was very familiar. It made Arquis shudder. Honey was no longer hungover and beaten in their bed, but it was still too similar a scene for comfort. He found himself glancing over to make sure the blond was alright.
Honey was just fine, or so it appeared. He grinned widely. “Yeah, come on in.”
Lovey did exactly as he’d said. She was dressed in a long, thin nightgown under a lacy shawl. Her curls were being held out of her face by a silver clasp. The only makeup that she was wearing was sparkly lipgloss, and she had on a rather sweet-scented, peachy perfume. She giggled when she saw them all snuggled up together, then stopped, eyeing up Ari.
“Oh, hello! You’re new, aren’t you?”