He needed a shower. While his panda didn't really sweat much in the heat, he'd definitely gotten dirty tussling with Fox and running through the water fountains. Fen had already gone to use his own, though, and Gin had taken the guest one.

That left him with a few minutes to rummage through the pantry after returning to his human form and reluctantly tugging on a pair of boxers. He decided on simply dipping a butter knife into a container of peanut butter, then spending the next few minutes licking off the sticky contents as he sat on the counter. 

I wish this was Fen's cum, but I think I've got a while to go before I get to that meal. 

He felt an awkward sensation in his mind, possibly something close to dread? 

Oh, right. We've got a pretty good connection now. 

Well, crap. He was going to have to try and tone down the horny radio a bit. 

It was going to take a lot of work. 

It probably wasn't going to work. 

It's alright. 

Hearing Fen's voice abruptly drew Pyre's attention toward his bathroom down the hall. 

You like it? he asked excitedly, ready to run right in there and hopefully live out some of his fantasies right away. 

A faint coughing sound was heard in the back of his mind at the same time Blake walked into the kitchen with a warm but tired smile on his face. 

"I've got to head home," he said as he held up his phone slightly, signaling that he'd gotten a call or text to return. 

Is that person there? 

Blake's smile fell before he caught himself and forced something closer to a grimace to return. 

"I'm glad we were all able to go to the zoo together, and I hope to join you guys next time, too," he said as he stepped forward and reached up, messing up Pyre's already horridly mussed hair. 

"Take care of Fen and Gin for me," he added before leaning in, clearly intent on pressing a kiss to Pyre's cheek. 

Too bad for him, Pyre was no longer in the mood to be a good boy. 

He reached up, grabbing Blake's hair on either side of his head, then yanked him to the right and slightly upward as he leaned down. He had never said mentioned anything about a shift, let alone a toxic one, so he didn't hesitate to take a quick but aggressive kiss. 

God I want to stick my tongue so far down his throat that I can taste his—The sound of Fen walking into the room cut off his thought, making him slowly withdraw and release Blake's soft hair. 

The guy leaned away just as slowly, clearly stunned into silence by the sudden kiss.

Oops, bruised his lower lip a tiny bit. 

"Did I miss something?" Fen asked as he rubbed at his head with a damp towel. 

Not really, but I did... you naked in the shower. 

"I've got to head out. I'll see you next time, Fen," Blake said as he walked over to the guy and gave him a strong hug. "Take care. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to call me."

Fen returned the hug with one arm, then smiled as they leaned away from each other. 

"Same for you. If there is anything I can ever help you with, my door is always open." 

 Pyre wanted to yell at the guy to just stay, for many, many unprofessional reasons, but he knew better than anyone that changing someone else's mind when they were in a negative situation wasn't that easy. 

They both watched as Blake nodded, then tucked his phone into his back pocket and made his exit. It wasn't until the elevator doors closed that Fen turned his full attention to him and raised an eyebrow. 

"Ah, right. I would say I'm sorry, but there's no way I can. He tasted so damn good," Pyre said, earning a shake of Fen's head in response. 

"You're supposed to ask before you kiss someone, Pyre," he said, his tone the slightest bit reprimanding as he walked forward and took the open jar of peanut butter from him. 

He also took the butter knife out of his hand and took a swipe of peanut butter for himself to slowly lick at. 

I know I'm supposed to be apologetic and stuff, but that's so fucking hot I can't think right now. 

Fen's tongue slowed to a stop as he glanced up at Pyre. 

"You're making this really hard," Pyre said, then felt his face heat the slightest amount as he imagined Fen's tongue on something other than the knife. 

"Am I missing something?" Gin asked as he stopped near the entrance with a towel around his shoulders. 

He was minus a shirt, and Pyre didn't hesitate to drink him in with his eyes as he licked his lips. 

"Please tell me you want to lick the peanut butter, too," he said, leaning forward as his interest grew. 

Gin gave a nervous chuckle and shook his head a little. 

"Peanut butter's okay, but I'm not a fan of it straight out of the jar." 

Bummer. 

"Anything specific you want for dinner?" he asked, making Pyre quickly open his mouth, only for Fen to speak first. 

"That isn't one of us." 

Bummer, again. 

"I'm not really sure. Not used to having options," he said with a shrug. 

The massive ice cream cone from earlier had honestly filled him up quite a bit, so whatever the two decided to get, he'd likely only nibble at it. 

"How about Chinese food, then?" Gin asked, hope in his voice. 

Ah, right. I do remember you mentioning that you really liked it back when we first met. 

Fen gave a half shrug and nodded. 

"Sure, why not. I know your order already, Gin. What would you like, Pyre?" 

I... don't remember the last time I got it, or what I liked. Or if I even got to eat any of it. 

"Pick for me? I'm good as long as it isn't too spicy," he said. 

Fen took out a menu from a drawer near the refrigerator and browsed through it for a few moments before seemingly making his decision. 

"Alright, I think I know what I'll get you," he said as he opened an app on his phone and began putting in their order. 

While he did that, Gin got himself a glass of ice water, then wandered into the other room where the beanbags were set up. Figuring that Fen would join them when he was done, Pyre hopped off the counter and hurried after his target. 

He found Gin settled down into the biggest bean bag, his ankles hanging over the edge as he relaxed back into it. 

"Gin Gin," Pyre said as he walked up to the beanbag. 

The guy had closed his eyes by then, but opened them after hearing his name. 

"Hey there, little Spitfire," he said, sounding quite a bit more tired than he had a few moments ago. 

The guy's lips turned up into a smile as he held his arms open. Pyre took the invitation with delight and snuggled himself right in against his teddy bear. 

"A bit more tired than I thought I'd be after the zoo. Took a cold shower, but it didn't keep the drowsiness away for long," Gin explained before he gave a big yawn.  

Pyre was soon mirroring it, and honestly feeling a little tired, himself. 

"Nap time?" he asked as Gin carefully turned onto his side, then pulled Pyre snuggly against him. 

"Sounds perfect," Gin mumbled, his breath warming the back of Pyre's neck perfectly. 

We're going to rest for a bit. Could you wake us up when the food comes? Pyre thought to Fen. 

The guy took a minute to respond, but then replied, Of course. I'm throwing both of your guy's clothes in the washing machine, by the way. And I'm also going to order you a few more changes of clothing. Is there anything specific you'd like?

But more clothes means that I can't accidentally forget to wash them as easily so that I have to walk around naked for a day, Pyre replied with only partially-faked sadness. 

You wouldn't anyway. I'd just give you a pair of my drawstring pants or a shirt. 

Pyre wanted to roll his eyes, but he was quite comfortable with them closed. 

Get what you want to see me in. I don't care what it is, he eventually said. 

When Fen didn't respond again for several minutes, he figured that the conversation was over and, after one more yawn, settled in against his big bear for a nice short nap.