The Bower was a wonderful place. James lounged in a flower(a fucking flower. Krakoa is wild, y'all) with his shirt open and hair free. It was one of the few times he seemed to be left alone to his own devices. And what a day it was, with Bobby joining him.
Having an omega level mutant use your chest for a pillow was quite an experience. Still, his hand wandered. "Come here," he whispered, well aware at least a few people were watching. James pulled Bobby over his lap and brought a large palm down on his ass. "You enjoy this as much as I do, pretty boy?"
Bobby was curious about the Bower & James’ chest is a very comfortable pillow. He’s definitely not going to question if he should put more clothes on in a flower brothel or not. Content just to drift comfortably against the other mutant in the most simplistic of his suits..
Those blue eyes shoot open when he finds himself repositioned, his brain slow to register exactly what’s going on at first. Letting out a yelp, that’s probably far too loud & makes him even more aware of just how many eyes they had watching them.
He’s painfully away that he’s more than flushed in the moment, biting his lip & focusing on not to squirm or suddenly pull up his ice armor from the unexpected shock of the spank alone. Not that he’s going to complain, it’s painfully obvious just how much he enjoyed it to the both of them.
Stabilizing himself with one hand as his other fidgets with the hair at the back of his head. “ Does the flowers have a privacy setting? ”
