Syx couldn’t help but break out into laughter, “Oh this was certainly not in today’s agenda,” he cocks his head at Harrison and raised a sculpted eyebrow, “Were you seriously going to buy that diamond coated thing? It was horrendous.”
This from a man who did not understand the meaning of too many spikes. He pursed his lips and smoothed his hands over Harrison’s chest. His mind working away at ways he might claim the man in the future. He was well aware that the man’s mate came first, but he was going to push as far as he could. He loved to leave marks, to have marks made on him. Something permanent on that blue skin would be heavenly.
“It’s a Bvlgari,” Harrison said emphatically, as though that should explain it all. Seriously, for all they had in common, all the blue villains had no fashion sense. “Handmade, Italian, and gorgeous I might add with the baguette diamonds, not a cut you usually see in men’s accessories.” He let out a exasperated huff once he’s finished with the lecture.
“If you’re not going to wear it, you can at least give it back. Unless your next evil plan is to create designer-watch bots or something.” With that he stuck out his tongue childishly.
Syx quirked his lips, his brow rose still further as he listened. When Harrison stuck his tongue out Syx gave it a flick, “You keep doing that and I’ll bite it next time,” he warned, then just because he knew it was bound to rile the man up he told him, “I was going to rip it down to raw resources and repurpose the diamonds. Just utterly destroyed,” he smirked evilly and placed a finger on Harrison’s lips to cut off any protests, “Yes you can have the watch.”
Harrison’s shoulders sagged and he was about to launch into a longer lecture about handcrafted timepieces, but his protests died with that finger. And getting what he wanted.
So instead he flashed a devilish grin and took that finger into his mouth. Licking and sucking it with the same enthusiasm he usually brought to giving head, he sucked the finger down deep into his throat. Just to say thank you by showing off that he had no gag reflex.
Syx let out a breathy moan as Harrison took his bare finger, tight quiver of arousal going through him. Oh that clever tongue on this man. With how deeply he took Syx’s finger, oooh the wonderful possibilities that brought to mind.
“Hmm,” Syx purred as he leaned in, “Just how many inches can you take I wonder? Or will you gag when I push all twelve down that thin neck?” he ran a finger from his free hand down Harrison’s neck for emphasis.
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