“I think you’ll find that I rarely have trouble rising to the occasion,” Harrison drawled smugly, slipping back into flirting with practised ease. “If you think you can pose worthy a challenge that is…..
What do you prefer?” He waggled his eyebrows at the other man. “Sir? Master? Daddy? Or just Mister Blue?”
Syx’s eyes widened at the question, a slight blush returning to his cheeks as he worried his bottom lip. His inexperience throwing him off terribly, “I… um… not Sir or Daddy…” he blew out a breath trying to recapture his confidence again, instead he found himself admitting, “I’ve had prison bitches, but other then Wayne and Anna I haven’t done anything outside of that. This is all still… new…”
Harrison smiled at him, a soft smile. “For someone who is new, you seem to be a natural dom. And a cute one too,” he adds, just to be a brat as he reaches up to playfully pinch Syx’s blushing cheek. “I’m a sucker for boys who blush.”
Syx pushed Harrison’s hand away and grabbing his wrist pinned it to the couch again. His blush only grew brighter at the teasing though, “I’m not cute, I’m devilishly handsome,” he growled, teeth clenched, “You keep that up and I’ll have you call me ‘my Overlord’ in bed,” he joked, he really wasn’t sure what he wanted.
“And if I refuse?” Harrison replied back, eyebrows wiggling flirtatiously as he plays along. He tries to pull his hand away, testing Syx’s grip. “What then?”
Syx leaned up putting more weight on Harrison’s wrist, ghosting his lips along the other blue man’s jaw, “I’d have to punish you of course,” he breathed out, “Naughty boys get punished after all.”
He took Harrison’s earlob in his teeth again and pulled, “The more rebellious you are the more creative I’d have to get.”