Harrison’s body instantly softened, letting go of some tension he wasn’t aware he had been holding.
Syx might not call himself a hero, but that all sounded pretty heroic to him. His hands unlock, and gently tug Syx’s head down. But not for a kiss. This time it is to nuzzle foreheads, a gesture of affection that he hopes will calm the tempest of emotions he can feel coming off the other blue man. Ever since meeting Sheldon and sharing the intimate gesture, it seemed to come more easily to him.
“I think that you are blue and brilliant and passionate. And if anyone is going to be able to save Metro City from the things my husband can’t, it would be you,” Harrison replied, utterly sincere as he rubbed their foreheads together.
Syx made a soft choking noise as their head touched, feeling like a world of tension drained out of him. The touch bringing up blurry of memories of his baby years, those first few precious days. His shoulders shook in a quite sob. After his rant he felt drained and empty and weak.
… and loved. Oh god how was it he needed this so badly?
He moved his head with Harrison’s rubbing back. He’d run out of words, but they didn’t seem to be needed right now.
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.”
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