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.”
Harrison let out a warm breath at those delightful teeth. “I-I’m all yours right now,” he replied huskily, before turning his head abruptly. Without warning he captured Syx’s lips with his own. His slender hands snaked up to the sides of his lover’s giant blue head, and pulled Syx in closer. Meanwhile Harrison’s insistent lips and clever tongue deepened the kiss, challenging Syx to give him more and harder and rougher before abruptly pulling away.
“Any more, and you’ll be eating dinner in uncomfortable pants. Leather is not very forgiving when wet,” he replied smugly, his eyebrows dancing with glee at having stolen such a rough kiss.
“So you are,” Syx delighted, this turned into a gasp at the sudden kiss, eagerly returning it. His hands wandered, snaking up the back of Harrison’s jacket and finding skin through the open mesh shirt to his delight.
When Harrison abruptly pulled away, Syx narrowed his eyes and spun in the seat to pin Harrison against the seat. Leaning over his date, Syx grinned, eyes dancing mischievously, “Yes, but moist underwear is far less obvious than going into the place with a stiffy,” he chuckled, “Are you sure you want to play this game, naughty boy?”
Harrison laughed as Syx spun him, pinning him to the seat with a slender blue body so similar and yet so different than his own. He reached up to trail a long blue finger down Syx’s thin chest, once more admiring just how good the villain looked in his gifted shirt.
“While I do love to play games,” he drawled, unable to wipe a mischievous smirk from his face. “Perhaps this game should have rules. I’d hate to pop out of these pants and I’d hate for you to chafe in that delectable leather. At least in public. I propose we limit the groping and licking until after dinner, what do you think?” He raised his eyebrow, ever the businessman offering a deal.
A slight blush rose to Syx’s cheeks at the idea of doing this openly in public at all. His confidence only went so far so the deal was easy to make. Nodding he added, “Rules are a good thing.”
Some rules were meant to be broken, but only those that were broken or oppressing by design. He spent most of his time walking a very careful tightrope with rules. In this case, the shameless man under him seemed to always be pushing him past his comfort zone. Just being at these places for this date was leaving him in horribly uncomfortable territory.
“I accept your rules,” the villain grinned smuggly, feeling he couldn’t just meekly accept such a proposition, “Besides I won’t need to touch you to have you squirming in your seat,” he leaned in with a wicked grin, “Games need rules and victory conditions. The loser is the first one to break down and touch the other.”
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