“What if I were to help you?” Harrison suddenly blurted out, lightheaded from the lusty mix of sensation and scent. “I have restraints. Magical. Even Wayne can’t break them. The two of us could bring him to justice. Together. If that pleases you.” He could just imagine it now, the two of them, standing over Wayne’s naked spread body, ready to do all sorts of delightful wicked things to the bound hero.
Syx froze and drew in a sharp breath, green eyes wide. Wayne powerless? Even when his Wayne followed his every order and gave under his touch Syx knew it was only because the hero was allowing it. He could never truly restrain or hold down. Only pretend. Control was still a fantasy… but true restraint… seeing Wayne tug and pull and unable to get free… all that power and invulnerability laying vulnerable before him?
Syx crashed his lips to Harrison’s, letting go of his wrists in order to cup the man’s face as he kissed him roughly. Breaking the kiss he leaned their foreheads together, “We’d be amazing together,” he kissed him again, he couldn’t stop himself, “Tied up at our feet, begging for release,” the word had a wonderful double meaning to it that made Syx chuckle, “Yes that pleases me.”
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