“Hmm.” Hank licks his lips. Gazing into the mirror, expression almost drunken. “Suppose that depends on you.”

He reaches down to thumb the damp tip of Alivian’s cock. Underwear stretched all lewdly around him — underwear that Hank lets his fingers run along. Pulling back the fabric ever so slightly as a tease.

Resting his scruffy chin atop Alivian’s shoulder now, looking at their reflection again as he uses his other hand to reach around. Fingers on Alivian’s chin. Tilting his face up to meet Hank’s gaze in the mirror.

“D’you like the thought of being my baby?”