Losing all focus on what was and wasn’t supposed to be happening right now, Syx dropped his large to Harrison’s shoulder. A moan pulled it’s way from his throat as he rolled his hips against the hands working his body. Blue lust. He’d gotten tastes from Harrison before… but now, naked and wanting and being touched… his body was reacting far faster than he was used to.
His teeth found the meaty part of the blue neck under his lips, biting on and sucking, licking. His hand coming up to grip Harrison’s shoulders as with a shudder, his tentacle slid free of his sheath. Slick with fluid, the scent of his arousal perfumed the air with pheromones as the foot long mobile dick like appendage curled in the air. It faded from deep pink to lavender, soft and slightly bump with textured ripples.
“Har-harrison,” Syx gasped, his tentacle coil needily around the man’s wrist as if to draw those fingers deeper. Syx pulled himself flush with Harrison, wanting, needing, that skin contact.
Breathing hard, he became aware of the other eyes on him and shifted to glance over his shoulder at Wayne with a breathy laugh, “I’ve been ensnared by the captive’s wiles, help. Restrain your husband.”
Harrison moaned, throwing his head back as he’s bitten, feeling his cock twitch in his panties. The smell hits him first, almost as strong and lusty as the feelings he pushed at Syx. His head swims and he a moment he feels dizzy. Jesus fucking christ! Sheldon had said that his pheromones were strong when his tentacle came out to play but he wasn’t prepared for this! It was hot and needy and oh god, so…… blue. And so right in a way he had never experienced before with any partner, even with Wayne.
Then there it was. Syx’s tentacle was in his hand, hot, writhing, and dripping wet. He moaned again, a sound of lust tinged with triumph as the tentacle coiled around his hand and wrist. Oh this is what he’d wanted for weeks now, what he’d longed to touch and smell and gods help him even taste. Harrison fluttered his fingers, stroking his lover however he could, unsure how to best touch his tentacle but more eager to learn. He twisted his wrist, trying to grab and squeeze and grope even as Syx writhed against him.
His lips find Syx’s neck and soon he’s returning to his lover what was done to him and more. Harrison’s lips lavish attention on his lovers body, becoming more forceful when Syx orders Wayne to restrain him. If someone wants to take him away from his prize, they will need to drag him. Instead of giving himself up, he reaches and gropes a generous handful of Syx’s sweet little blue ass, pulling the other blue man closer to press his cloth covered cock as close as he can get to his partner. This smells so right, feels so right, and fuck if Harrison is going to let up now.
[Unlike what Harrison’s fingers might be doing, Syx’s length is a tad move visible even from Wayne’s angle. To say that he is impressed is something of an understatement and he definitely, at some point, wants to know what that textured length feels like. He has played with toys that are similar, but it’s quite doubtful that they measure up to the real thing.]
[Wayne’s nose twitches with the strength of the pheromones Syx is exuding. It’s not a bad smell, quite the opposite, it’s just powerful. That he knows what that scent means makes it an alluring odor, the pheromones aren’t the right ones to catch his libido on their own. That being what it is, he can definitely see why another version of himself, one who is susceptible to the scent, would be driven by it.]
[He’d been so distracted watching the pair that it takes him a moment to realize that he’s being given an order.] Oh. Uh, yes. [Floating to kneel above Harrison’s head, Wayne reaches down to grasp his mate’s arms gently, but firmly and slowly attempts to pull Harrison’s hands upwards. They all know who will win as far as muscle goes, but he’d rather not cause Syx unwanted discomfort in the process.]
Head tipping back, Syx’s thoughts evaporated under Harrison’s hands. A sharp breath drawn in as those clever blue fingers found an extra sensitive bump on his tentacle. His hands soothed across Harrison’s back, drawing up to caress the back of his perfectly sized head.
Sagging against his lover as his knees started going weak, his only thought was to draw closer with a needy sound. So wonderfully and exquisitely blue. He wanted nothing more than to entwine around his lover utterly. To wrap his tentacle with… well around Harrison’s cock. Even is the parts didn’t match up perfectly it was still blue. Still the exchange of far more than simple touch.
Taking Harrison’s hips, Syx pressed his towards the other blue man, pinning the hand between them. His lips moved across Harrison’s temple to lick and nip the shell of his ear. All while his tentacle shifted in the grasp to rub wetly over the barely contained bulge that was his lover’s blue cock in those lovely panties.
It wasn’t until Wayne took Harrison’s arms that he remembered the hero again. His mind so utterly focused. Though he’d been the one to suggest it, he was now loath to be parted from Harrison. With a grunt, he kept his own hold on the blue man, even if Harrison’s arms were pulled away, Syx was not relinquishing the prize of that blue cock willingly.
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