Alex easily gives up the crutch, glad for Michael's rule. He's starting to get used to spending time in the house without his prosthetic. More than that, he's getting used to asking for help, to letting others help him instead of insisting in doing it all for himself.

Leaning into him, smiling at that delicate touch, the tenderness of Michael's touch as he shifts to rest his weight against Michael.

"Oh that. Yeah, I am kinda hot, huh?" Smirking at him as he wraps his arms around Michael, clinging to him both for his weight but more for how good Michael's touch feels, moaning as he shifts and writhes against Michael. "Mmmm, if it gets this reaction, I'll wear it all the time. Though... standing isn't going to last long if you keep doing that."