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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.”

God, those kisses.  Harrison could feel the need behind those kisses, and it wasn’t just a need to get off.  It was a need to touch, to want, to love and be loved.  And he returns them with just as much desire and just as much apprehension.  He has no idea where this bond is taking them, and he alternates between eager curiosity to push the boundaries further with this enchanting blue man, and terror that he’s going to somehow fuck up his marriage to the man he loves more than anything.  

Sensing Syx’s apprehension, he shifts slightly on the sofa, leaning back and stretching his arms along the back of the couch.  He wants to give his blue companion a little space so his erection isn’t pressed teasingly against his slit.  

“So I’ve been working on something with Sheldon,” Harrison starts, purposely changing the subject.  “It’s still in the experimental stage, but I thought it might be of interest to you.  It’s essentially a form of birth control, or well, egg control, for your monotremetype anatomy.  It’s a silicone plug that blocks the duct leading to his egg chamber.  That way he can still do anal with his Wayne and not have to lay an egg every couple of weeks.”   Harrison looks up at Syx, choosing his next words carefully.  “It doesn’t come with any strings or pressure; I’m not telling you so I can fuck you.  I just think you should have that choice if you want to be laying eggs or not if you’re getting fucked, if its by your Wayne or your other lovers….”

Syx leaned back with a curious tip of his head as Harrison changed topics, his mouth falling open as the birth control was explained. Eyes wide with delight, he felt speechless. It solved so many of the issues that had been plaguing him with his love life. The fear of growing an egg always lingering, the fear of reliving those painful memories.

His lips crashed against Harrison’s, claiming them with a hungry greed. Mellowing into a loving whimper as he ground on the blue man’s erection once more, “Oh I think that might just be an option,” his voice barely a whisper, rosy blush covering his cheeks, “And that… that would be exceptionally wonderful.”

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