A...threat. The way Geoff eyes trail over him makes Dick wonder if that's really what he's concerned about. "No, Brice," he murmurs, moving over to perch at the very edge of the bed beside Brice. He keeps his thighs pressed together, wishing he could hide the way the lace bulges from his cock, but he can't eat his cereal if it's held that low.

The lace, though. It keeps rubbing at him, even when he's barely moving, teasing and stimulating the sensitive skin. To Dick's great shame, his cock has plumped a bit just from that. Not even half-hard, yet, but visibly not entirely soft either.