“Laser heated cocoa?” Syx laughed, “Wouldn’t it just burn the cups?” he’d never seen his own Wayne use his lasers for anything that show-offy since their school days.
He leaned into Harrison’s touch, one arm wrapping around the other blue man’s waist, though his eyes slid to Wayne to watch his body language. Relaxing enough to joke, Syx made an innocent face at Wayne, finger to his lips, “Pwetty pwease?”
Harrison laughed. He knew better than anyone how much his mate liked it when blue boys were naughty. And since Syx was playing along, he decided to play it up. Shifting he sensually pressed his body against the other alien, one hand sliding around Syx’s waist to allllmost cup his little blue butt. With his head still turned to face Wayne, he licks his lips before giving his mate a devilish and seductive grin. His lips were still dangerously close to Syx’s.
“Please baby?” he says in a husky seductive tone that leaves little to the imagination. “We’ll try so hard to be good.”
[’Burn the cups’? Either Syx thinks that their cups are super cheap or thinks that he has so little control over his powers. Either way, that means that he has a trick or two to show this Megamind.] Not when you are as good as I am.
[Blushing ever so faintly at the suggestive display, Wayne rolls his eyes at the pair and turns away to focus on the far less hot cocoa. Taking Syx’s cup in one hand, he presses two fingers of his free hand to his temple with a flourish and aims a weak beam into the murky liquid. If he were trying to be less showy, he wouldn’t bother with the temple thing and would stir the cocoa as it heats, but what fun is that in front of a Megamind?]
Syx drew in a breath of anticipation as Harrison’s hands moved over him, hardly able to help how his body reacted to the potential behind those motions. This was a game, he understood games and enjoyed them. It was only without rules in place he wasn’t sure how far he could go… it wasn’t as fun to break the rules when you didn’t realize you were breaking them. Still…
Pushing it a bit further, the villain shifted in Harrison’s arms, one hand sliding along the man’s inner thigh, “Just as much of a show-off with that temple thing,” he whispered conspiratorily to Harrison, knowing Wayne could hear, before cheering on the hero, “Savior of my cocoa, defender of breakfast.”
RP backup 