Harrison let the other man explore, staying still except for a slight shiver that passed through him when Syx stroked his neck. Damn, it was just unfair how well they knew each others erogenous zones even though turnabout was fair play. Still, it was hard to resist taking one of those leather-covered fingers into his mouth to lick and suck it. But he promised to be good.
“So is it frenemies with benefits with you two? Or is it a secret relationship between nemeses?” Harrison asked, always curious to learn about relationships between blue men and their Waynes.
Syx blushed at how well the other man had guessed, throwing him off with barely a word. With a soft sound of frustration at feeling off kilter again, Syx slide his fingers into Harrison’s mouth and commanding, “Suck.”
The acts of dominance balancing him enough to talk about otherwise uncomfortable topics, “Secret affair,” he admitted, “That’s a very recent development though. It’s complicated,” everything was complicated when it came to his love life.
Harrison raised an eyebrow, but did as he was told. The command seemed to relax the other man, and Harrison certainly never minded showing off his oral skills.
The leather tanged across his tongue, musky and rich, and his talented tongue made nimble work of exploring the seamed fingertips. As the other man answered the question, he took Syx’s fingers deeper into his mouth, not quite enough to show off his lack of gag reflex, but enough he hoped to impress. Then he let the fingers slip from his mouth to lap them up and down like he was licking the underside of a thick cock.
“Do you do this with him? Hold him down and give him orders?” he asks, before nibbling lightly on the tip of Syx’s index finger.
Syx bit his lip, fuck Harrison was good. A shiver of arousal going straight to his groin. His eyelids heavy with growing desire he rolled his hips, “Sometimes I do. Sometimes I just like goading him into choking me,” he ran the now wet leather of his gloves over the other blue man’s lips, “You can be quite the good boy when you want to be. My turn. Is your husband going to be cross, me playing with you like this?”
Oh those heavy eyelids! It’s been so long since Harrison truly submitted for anyone that he’d almost forgotten how intoxicating it was to make someone who loved control loose it. He flashed a proud smile, and it didn’t fade when Syx asked about his husband. Though he did stop sucking to give the question a proper response.
“I love Wayne more than anything,” Harrison said, keeping eye contact with Syx. There was a time for games, but now he was laying himself bare. He didn’t want the villain to get the wrong impression. “He’s my world, my mate, the father of my son, and the person I want to spend every night with for the rest of my life. But he knows who he married. I flirt like I breathe, especially with other blue boys. Flirting, a little touching, maybe a kiss, and he’s fine with that. But clothes stay on and nothing more than a tease unless I discuss it with him before it happens. The good thing is, he’s open to a lot, especially with other blue boys since…. lets just say he certainly has a type.” With that the hands on Syx’s lower back slide to cup the other man’s ass. “He likes his men blue, bad, bossy, and flexible to all sorts of positions and propositions.”
Syx was able to keep eye contact with Harrison until those hands cupped his ass. His eyes slid closed as he made a soft sound. The way he said it Syx couldn’t take it as anything other then a very serious proposition. He licked his lips and let out a shaky breath before he met Harrison’s eyes again, voice serious, “Mine knows he doesn’t own me. I’ve made that quite clear that I won’t be coveted or kept. If he wants me he has to share. I won’t have a jealous partner,” he already loved too many, he knew he was selfish and greedy, but he was a villian. It was allowed… and his heart just couldn’t take the fear of loss. This way he always had someone, “And if… IF I was to join you and your mate for sex, I have rules.”
He took another breath to steady himself, “I never get tied up or chained down. If I say stop, EVERYTHING stops. If you break one of those rules…” his jaw clenched, “You’ll never see me again. Not like this,” the next bit was harder, he looked down fidgeting, “And I um… I haven’t…" swallowing he spit out, “I would have to really fucking trust you before anal would ever be an option.”
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