Harrison just continued to rub their heads together, thinking quiet soothing thoughts. It was almost like comforting Devin when he fussed. Just a subtle soft feeling that everything would be okay, being pushed from blue person to blue person along instincts and ability honed over a millennia. After a nice long nuzzle, he reaches up to kiss the other man right between his eyebrows.
“I don’t do that to everyone who kidnaps me,” Harrison teases, trying to lighten the mood. “Just so you know.”
Syx let out a breathy laugh feeling soft and vulnerable, but like maybe that was okay right now, “And I’ve never crawled into a kidnappies lap before. Well not that I haven’t wanted to with Roxanne, but… no this is… this is far from a normal kidnapping.”
He smoothed his hands over Harrison’s chest and shifted around to nuzzle softly into the man’s neck. He wanted something more though before they had to part ways. Leaning back he pulled as the buckle that held his glove on, he wanted skin contact. To touch blue skin with his hands. It was a sudden burning need.
“Help me with the gloves,” his tone half way between a request and a command.
Harrison complied with a gentle nod, reaching for the finger tips to pull them off one by one. Their nimble fingers brushed each other as they worked, mixing gloved and bare, but soon Syx’s ten long blue fingers were exposed. Without asking permission, Harrison laced his fingers in with Syx’s. He wove his moisturized and manicured hands in with Syx’s somewhat rougher ones, and held them up for the other blue man to see.
“Looks good doesn’t it?” he asks, looking up at Syx with a soft grin. “I’ve met a lot of people people in the last few years, but I never get tired of the sight of blue skin that isn’t my own.”
Syx rubbed his thumb over Harrison’s as he lightly squeezed the other blue man’s hands, a look of wonder on his face. In comparison to Harrison’s finely cared for hands his were rough with callouses and scars, but his nails were neatly trimmed and clean. Bringing their joined hands up he kissed each of Harrison’s knuckles, “Beautiful.”
Once more that slight blush crept across Harrison’s face. That was exactly the kind of move he would normally make, and goddamn, it was odd to be on the receiving end of the gesture. It was throwing him off to not be the one in control, to not be the one initiating the flirtatious comments and gestures. It made him feel oddly vulnerable and more exposed than even his bare hands.
“I try,” he says, attempting to play off his awkward blush with a joke. “It takes a lot of work to look this good.” Meanwhile he turns their joined hands over, making visible several old scars on the wrist that he can’t ignore. He traces one tiny line with the tip of his index finger. “There’s beauty in survival as well,” he finally says, looking up into Syx’s eyes, curious to see what he would find. “You’re not the only one of us with scars.”
Syx shivered almost violently as Harrison traced over the long healed self inflicted wounds. The skin had healed long ago, but they were still fresh in his mind. He jerked almost as if he would pull his hands away before going limp.
“Just keep fighting. When they knock you down, come back swinging,” he murmured, eyes nearly closed.
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