“I guess,” Syx frowned looking into his glass, “But theirs a difference between playing matchmaker and watching to aliens fuck each other,” Roxanne just hadn’t wanted to be in the middle of their ‘weird courtship ritual’ anymore. That was all. She was likely much happier with how it was now. No longer getting tied up or bothered… He needed to stop checking up on her. Just stop.
Luckily Harrison’s offer provided a welcome distraction. He green eyes gleamed with glee and bit his lip after taking a sip from his drink, “The temptation of it all,” he shifted in his seat, mind dreaming up scenarios already. His eyelids fell nearly closed, “I could find so many wicked ways to keep you tormented during,” his lips curled into a truly evil grin, “Elaborate knots. Suspension. Multi-stage. Fuck machine,” he slowly started laying out his thoughts, “Oh, and did I mention that 769 has multiple programs for wielding a dildo? Not that you’d be allowed to cum until your hero rescued you.”
Harrison nodded, conceding the point more out of politeness than any actual belief that he was wrong. However when Syx said ‘fuck machine’, any thought of Roxanne Ritchi flew out of his expansive mind. In fact, his brain froze for a moment and he gaped at his dining companion. He finally swallowed dryly, forgetting entirely about the drink that is still in his hand.
“Ahem, you, uhh, you did not mention that,” Harrison finally replies, attempting to kickstart his brain. He licked his lips. He was still stuck imagining himself suspended midair as one of Megamind’s wicked machines fucked him silly while his ‘hero’ husband watched. God, he had to make sure he wasn’t drooling…..
Thankfully at that moment the waiter returned, placing an elaborate bowl in front of each of them and announcing it was pea soup.
“M-multiple programs you say?” Harrison finally says when the waiter departs. “Were they created for you to enjoy or for one of your other…. lovers?” he asks, not even sure where he is going with this.
Syx barely noticed the pea soup, though part of his mind realized Minion would be happy that he was actually eating some vegetables. He still refused to believe they were actually any good.
“All thoroughly tested, of course,” he bit his finger, eyes smoldering once the waiter left. The look on Harrison’s face was beyond perfect, he wanted to memorize it forever. God, it was unfair how gorgeous the other was. And shutting down the beautiful mind was beyond priceless.
The last question left him blinking, wondering why it would matter. With a slight crease to his brow, he shrugged a shoulder, “I’ve used 769 with Anna a couple times. He’s actually rather new. I had to retire a few of them from duty over the years,” Syx grimaced, “121 was much better as a fencing practice dummy than allowed anywhere near anything meant to be inside of me. But they were all programmed for me.”
Idly dipping a spoon into the soup, and experimenting with the unique shapes, he added, “I added new setting to 769 to account for human anatomy which is why he’d be the better choice than the ones meant just for me.”
He blushed a bit at the idea of admitting just how long he’d been using settings. Though Harrison was uniquely unlikely to judge him for masturbating to Metro Man. And if he wasn’t lying to himself, Roxanne as well.
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