At the unfamiliar combination of words, Syx shook his head and listened to Harrison’s excited description, “Science and food together,” he hummed with a smile, “Well I’ll eat anything at least once.”
Lord knows he’d tried some pretty strange things in the past. Some out of curiosity and some from dire necessity. His eyes shown, wondering just what sort of string the other had pulled, likely very different ones than Syx would have if he’d gotten reservations.
“Private table,” he purred, leaning in till his breath brushed Harrison’s neck, “I like the sound of that.”
Harrison’s grin widened and he tilted his head, offering his neck to his companion.
“Just you and me gorgeous,” he says, his voice low and sultry. “Making eyes at each other across the desert. And after there’s a delightful club where the lights are low and the music is loud. I find a little dirty dancing to be the perfect thing after I’ve been absolutely stuffed.” He gives Syx a devilish smirk, enjoying his play on words.
Unable to resist that bare neck, Syx pressed a kiss into it, running his nose up to Harrison’s jawline, “But once we are on the dance floor you are mine,” he purred, tightening his grip on Harrison’s hips, “I’m not going to share you again till I return you to your lovely husband.”
His teeth found Harrison’s earlobe, nibbling on it, “All mine.”
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