Sliding his hand into Harrison’s Syx chewed on his lip, blushing slightly as he can down from his rant. He was really living up to the villain cliche of monologuing…
“I wish the word was different. I can’t even begin to tell you all the times I tried to dream up a different version of the world… it’s not uncommon you know? In the community… there are tiers of villainy,” he opened his mouth again, then thinking better of it, closed it again, “It doesn’t matter… I just hate how the world works. Sometimes I still get so angry at this rock of a planet… then I remember the people that live her that I love. And that love me back.”
Looking into Harrison’s eyes, he squeezed the man’s fingers, thumb running over his knuckles, “I just want the city to not be the same monster that chewed me up and spit me out. To be Metro City and not Metrocity,” he purposefully made the distinction in the name as he said it, rhyming the slurred name with atrocity, “For the next generation.”
“And that’s why I love you,” Harrison responded, a slight flush spreading across his cheeks as his fingers are squeezed. “Because we see the world so very differently…. but yet so much the same. We both want to make things better, in our own ways.”
He wanted so very much to be touching his date and in that moment he decides it. He drops Syx’s hand and picks up his chair, scooting it closer. Ignoring his plate and drink, he reaches up to cup Syx’s cheek. “You have no idea what it means to me to hear you say that. As a man, as an alien…. but mostly as a father.” He leans in and kisses Syx softly on the lips.
Syx raised a brow in question as Harrison moved, but he understood the moment the hand touched his cheek. His eyes fell closed as he leaned into the touch, blue skin on blue. As their lips touched, Syx scooted forward, his hand rising to cup the side of Harrison’s sharp jaw. He was half out of his own chair, lips moving with slow building need, when he recalled that they were at dinner.
With a gentle chuckle, he rested his forehead against Harrison’s giving him a nudge, forehead to forehead, “It’s something I want too… that I think about… fatherhood,” he licked his lips, he always assumed he’d adopt eventually, but there already were blue babies in this city, “Whenever that day comes.”
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