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.”
A tight shiver ran through Syx at that squeeze. His lips trembled against Harrison’s neck. With a grunt to try and tame his reactions he forcefully tipped the man’s head and bit his earlobe.
“How about I send you home covered in my marks you naughty boy,” he delighted at the idea of raising purple bruises on that beautiful blue skin, “Oh maybe I’ll tie you up, oh so hard, and leave you as a present your mate. Bound and gagged and waiting for him,” his voice filled with dark promise.
Harrison has to bite down on his lower lip lest he start panting. Fuck, Syx’s teeth on his ear feel so damn good and he’s relishing the mental images the accompany the other man’s aggressive words. His pants are already about to burst, and he can’t wait to show his overlord Wayne’s particular skill for destroying zippers and thongs with the force of his erection…
Harrison reaches for the other nipple as Syx teases his ear. He raises an eyebrow at the other man in challenge, then pinches them both. Hard. Just to see what his overlord will do.
Sucking in a sharp breath, his tentacle swelling in response to the promise behind that action, Syx let out a soft whimper. The smells coming from Harrison, the scent of the other man’s arousal was doing nothing to curb his own desires. If he got any more worked up he would be threatening to slide out of his sheath.
In retaliation, Syx growled, his teeth finding the sweet spot on Harrison’s neck again, biting and sucking hard enough it would certainly leave a bright hickey.