Permitted. He wasn’t permitted to keep his panties on. God just those dominant words made his cock twitch in the soaking wet satin. He was Syx’s, entirely his to command. He didn’t even fight to keep his legs around the other man’s waist. No, he was not permitted.
Then they were off and Syx was working his way down and oh, oh, oooooooooooh. Whatever Harrison was expecting as punishment for breaking the rules, this was not it. Syx’s tongue was hot and experienced against his eager length and oh, oh god. Now he was moaning. He couldn’t keep it in even if he tried. The sight of another blue man between his legs, his eyes half-lidded as he bobbed, his breath warm and hungry on his balls….. Gods, it was almost enough to bring him to the edge right then and there.
And Wayne’s thick strong hands on his delicate wrists? Just icing on this beautiful fucking cake. He flexed against them, feeling the warm dizziness of sub space wash over him.
[His frown deepens slightly at the crass reply, but he’s glad that to be noticed again. And included. It’s understandable why they would get distracted, hell, he probably wouldn’t notice if a marching band paraded across the bedroom right now, but that doesn’t make it less frustrating.]
[As Harrison’s emotional state shifts, so does Wayne’s expression, his frown smoothing out. He pins Harrison’s hands above the businessman’s head, keeping his mate from being to move them at all. And doing so gives him a clear view of what the villain is doing while said villain watches him in return.]
Syx moved his mouth from Harrison’s cock to his inner thigh. Kissing the spot before sucking the blue skin into his mouth and working it with a soft moan until he was sure he’d left a hickey. Pulling back he admired his handiwork, the purpled spot looking so beautiful on blue skin, ❝Mine~❞
Biting his own lip, the villain allowed himself to slide a finger along the length of his curling and twisting tentacle. Refocusing on Wayne above him, Syx had a brief flutter of nerves. But it was Wayne, even if not his Wayne. He pushed the reservations back down and leaned back to give the hero an excellent view of just what was going on between his legs.
His tentacle curling around his wrist, slick with arousal, Syx licked his lips and asked, ❝Are you just going to keep holding our captive, big guy? Or are you going to get him into those lovely restraints so we can all have some fun?❞
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