Well, shit.

Kayn blinks, then gives a savage grin as he pushes down his pants and underwear. "If that's how you wanna play it."

He stands there, hands on his hips, in mismatched socks and a tight black t-shirt, his dick flaccid at the moment, but that was likely to change very soon, resting over his balls under a slightly wild thatch of magenta curls. "Well, get your ass over here."