Syx licked his lips nervously, okay, this was really happening. He nodded, trying to not spend too much time thinking about what was about to happen. Harrison knew quite a few of his limits from their texting. He’d been with a Wayne before and it was expected for him to be in a dominant position in this relationship. It was okay. This was okay.
Stepping back, Syx let his hands slid off of Harrison and rubbed them against his own thighs. A nervous gesture as he tried to keep himself in the right headspace. Licking his lips again, Syx closed his eyes and shimmied out of his damp panties. He wasn’t going to be needing them anyway. In full naked glory, he kept his chin up and turned back toward the bedroom he’d slept in that night.
“Sounds good to me,” he crooked a finger at Wayne so that the man would hopefully just carry Harrison along with. His heart hammered with excitement and nerves. He looked back over his shoulder, hips cocked as he bit his lip, “From what Harrison has told me I expect we’ll find something fun to use.”
As soon as those panties drop, Harrison longs to drop with them. He needs to find out if the other blue man tastes as good as he smells. He wants to be on the floor – on his knees – his face buried in that slit. He wants to eat Syx out until his tentacle fills his mouth and then explore the very best way to suck him off. Instinctively he leans, trying to get closer, but Wayne’s grip on his wrists is too perfect for him to break away. Instead he can only whine. The discussion of a venue change barely registers.
[It’s good to see that he’s not the only one that’s nervous. It does make him wonder where all of that dominant confidence went, though. Before he can get too far into questioning how much of that has been an act, Harrison’s spike of lust hits him like a punch in the gut. Wayne has to take a moment to clear his mind.]
[He scoops Harrison into his arms since it’s quite doubtful that his mate is up for navigating to the bedroom and begin following Syx.] I don’t know if you noticed while you were in there before, but the rig attached to the wall above the bed is for adjustable restraints, if you would prefer.
Trying to psych himself back up, Syx looked around to bedroom and spied what Wayne had pointed out. Biting his lip, he crossed the room and ran a finger over the mounts. Looking back over his shoulder, he nodded, “Handy.”
He wondered who was in the harness more often, from what Harrison had told him in bits and pieces, he guessed it was more often used on the hero.
Cocking a hip, he grinned as he took the opportunity to get a good view of Harrison in Wayne’s grip, “Let’s get this beautiful little captive in his restraints then,” he bit his lip, nervous and excited as noticed the bulge, “And you out of those jeans. That can’t be comfortable.”
His own hand smoothed down is hip as his stomach fluttered. He felt so sensitive as he shifted his stance, eager for the start of touching and exploration and just as cautious about this happening with new people, especially as the one he was partially familiar with was nearly out of commission with lustful submission.
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