Emcee sets the bottled water and can of whipped cream on the nightstand.

"It's not like I'm going to slather it all over you," Emcee chuckles before taking a sip of water. "Trust us, we'll lick it off before it gets too messy."

As he unbuckles his belt, he smiles at the way Sinric's hair cascades down his back, and he comes up behind him to run his fingers through it.