Syx’s own nerves about the exact dynamic of how this was going to play out were running high especially as Wayne’s interest became glaringly obvious. As the hero stood, Syx, breathing hard, shifted his grip down to Harrison’s hips. Taking a firm hold he pulled the blue man firmly into his lap and growled, “Just look what you’ve gone and done, he’s all flustered,” he nipped Harrison’s earlobe and smacked his ass, “Go be a good boy and apologize.”
He still wasn’t sure if how he was playing this was quite right, but being in charge of what was happening was by far his comfort zone and it was more in keeping with what had been previously established between the two men and Syx desperately needed that with all the new that was suddenly being thrust at him. New was exciting but also anxiety-inducing. Glancing up at Wayne, to gauge the man’s reaction, Syx squeezed Harrison’s pert little ass as he pulled the man close., ever much enjoying the contact.
Harrison did not miss that whine coming from his mate, no not in the slightest. Fuck. If Wayne kept that up, then he was going to have trouble fitting into these tight little purple undies.
But before he can respond, Syx has pulled him into his lap and ooh god, teeth were on his earlobe! He gasps and bites his lower lip, holding back a moan. Saucy little villain! He rolls his shoulders, letting the feather light silk robe slip off his shoulders to expose more blue skin. “But I like him flustered,” he pouts, turning to look at Syx. “He’s cute when he’s flustered.”
Then he reaches out for his mate, tugging Wayne closer, resisting the urge to grind his ass back into Syx’s hands and possibly more. Right now he wants his mate’s hands on him as much as he wants Syx’s.
[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.
RP backup 