[Syx manhandling Harrison like that is both hot and makes Wayne bristle. On one hand, Harrison is his and his instincts are to challenge Syx just on the basis of being a villain. On the other hand, the blue pair are hot together. On yet a third hand, there is that dominant attitude, which is attractive all on its own. The odds are definitely stacked against him, but that isn’t enough to make him enough to forget himself.]
Do I get an opinion on my being flustered? [When all else fails or you’re not sure what to do: banter and or sass.]
[He allows himself to be pulled closer and rests a hand on Harrison’s back. It’s somewhere between being supportive and still not being sure what to do with himself.]
Syx bit his lip and looked at the pair, One in his lap, the other close enough to touch now. Okay, they were definitely doing this now. Oh boy. Swallowing his nerves under bravado, he pursed his lips at the hero, “Considering that you’re already blushing I believe the answer is…. no.”
Clucking his tongue at Harrison, Syx sought the man’s wrists and drew them up over their heads and he rolled to push the other blue man back against the muscle wall of his husband’s chest.
“You are a naughty boy, teasing us both so much,” Syx’s mouth moved to Harrison’s neck as he pressed the man’s hands against Wayne’s neck. His lips moving on the delicious blue skin, the villain continued, “We should turn the tides on you. Wouldn’t you like that, Wayne? Seeing those lavender cheeks?” heart hammering with nerves, Syx dared to drag a finger over the tendon of Wayne’s neck to punctuate his words.
Harrison relaxes as soon as he’s pushed up against Wayne’s chest. Those familiar muscles make him feel completely safe even as he’s simultaneously aquiver with uncertainty. The robe has fluttered to the floor in all their shifting around, leaving even more of his blue skin exposed. All of it actually, save for what is plumping in his very tiny underwear. His mate is warm and strong behind him, and he writhes against him when Syx’s mouth began to tease his neck.
“You like me naughty,” he replies arrogantly, knowing its true for both men in different ways. He flexes his hands, challenging Syx’s grip. “And it takes a lot to make me blush.”
[It’s tempting to argue that there is a difference between flushed and flustered, but he holds his tongue. Sort of. Instead of making another quip, he sticks his tongue out at Syx briefly.]
[Wayne blinks as Harrison is pressed against him. This wasn’t quite what he would have guessed would happen to get him involved, but he is pleasantly surprised. He had assumed that Harrison would be the one to get him really involved, but this is so much better. He isn’t directly fighting for control nor is he being put into a situation where he has to figure out how to touch both men at once. It makes him think more of Syx in a few ways.]
It really does, but it’s always worth it. [Bringing his hands up, Wayne makes an offer to hold Harrison’s wrists clear. If they are going to make a scene of this, then that would make him the ‘rope’.]
Uh, I would suggest not touching much of my throat for your sake. [He doesn’t think that Syx would jump to anything so rough so quickly, but he is already nervous enough, the last thing any of them need is him flipping out over the man innocently petting his neck.]
Syx easily moved to let Wayne hold Harrison’s wrists. Nipping the blue man’s ear again, he quipped, “And naughty boys get punished.”
With his hands now free, he smacked Harrison’s ass and moved to make sure those long blue legs were wrapped around him. The sight of all that blue skin was beyond gorgeous.
Wayne’s comment drew Syx’s eyes back up from the tantalizing bulge in Harrison’s underwear. Locking eyes with the hero, his mouth dropped into a little ‘o’. He easily picked up on the similar reactions he had when someone got close to setting off one of his own triggers. Giving the man, a nod of understanding, he mentally wrote the man’s neck off as off limits to him. He would abide by those rules strictly.
Seeing as that rule must only apply to him, he gave a push on Harrison’s arm for the other to do the small teasing touches he couldn’t and refocused elsewhere as he sought to stay in character, he could ask question later when there wasn’t a needy blue man in his lap, “I’m always up for the challenge. Especially when the prize is so delightful.”
As Syx bent down to lick his way over Harrison’s chest, he used his hold on those thin hips to angle Harrison’s ass toward’s Wayne. He wanted every moment of this to be about Harrison with the man in the middle. He knew and trusted Harrison. Wayne knew and trusted Harrison. It could work this way.
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