Syx fell into Harrison’s arms, relaxing with a soft sigh before leaning in and nipping at the other man’s ear and kissing his cheek, “Why hello.”
Harrison reached up with one hand and began using the tips of his slim blue fingers to massage Syx’s scalp. “Hello to you too, my overlord,” he replies playfully, enjoying the attention.
Syx let out a soft moan at the attention, tension leaking from his body. Running his nose along the length of Harrison’s neck, purring, “My willing captive.”