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.
“Noo,” Harrison mewled needily as Wayne took his wrists in hand. He’d known what he was getting into with this, and he knew the restraints were coming. But now that he’d gotten that delightful tentacle in hand, he didn’t want to give it up. He tried to pull away and looked up at his husband with his best pleading puppy-dog eyes but no. His mate was ever the follower of rules and he didn’t really expect Wayne to relent. Harrison pouted for a long moment before…. an even better and even more wicked idea came to his mega mind.
He raised his legs and hooked them around Syx’s waist pulling the other man closer. Syx’s wet eager tentacle was so close to his cock, but not close enough. The damn panties were still in the way.
He could smell how much Syx wanted him, the blend of feeling and pheromone filling the backs of his sinuses. Harrison tried his best to grind up against his lover’s length, searching for the friction he craved.
[With his attempts at separating them being thwarted on both sides, Wayne can’t help but feel that he has missed something. Or is currently missing something. He frowns down at the pair, not still pulling, but not letting go either.] Either you guys want to be peeled apart or you’ve changed plans that fast and aren’t telling me.
Syx sucked in a sharp breath as Harrison ground into him. His knees felt weak and he sagged against the pair. It made it hard to think through, but Wayne’s confusion finally penetrated his lustful haze. Giving a growl of frustration, Syx looked up at Wayne, “I did tell you to hold him, didn’t I?”
Actually, Syx couldn’t recall what he’d said, but it didn’t matter. All that really mattered was that those panties needed to be gone. With Wayne hopefully having a secure grasp of Harrison, Syx grabbed the blue man’s ankles and unwrapped them from his waist. Syx snapped the band of Harrison’s undies, “These are no longer permitted.”
Taking a hold of the band, Syx drew them down and off, letting himself sink to the floor with them. He trailed his lips over Harrison’s stomach… and finally to the prize. The scent of it… blue sex. Syx wanted to bury his nose in that little bit of fuzz, but he contented himself with laving his tongue over Harrison’s length as he looked up at the pair with hooded eyes. It tasted as wonderful as he’d imagined. Blue. There was no other word for it.
With his lips brushing lightly against Harrison’s balls, Syx commanded, “Now you can restrain him.”
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