Syx grinned. Initially, he took his end of the frozen treat in hand, a playful glint in his eye. Shifting to face Harrison, he slid one knee innocently up the other man’s inner thigh as he leaned in to take a bite. His devious plan was somewhat stalled as the frozen powder hit his tongue, ❝Oh! Banana?❞
Another bite proved it to be something akin to a banana split it altered form. He hummed in delight as he slid it closer. His grip on his end shifting to let him have a free hand to accidentally touch Harrison’s that was holding the treat as well. To slid those fingers tantalizingly close to his blue lover’s lips even as his knee slid further up. Completely innocently, of course. Eyes hooded, Syx licked powered ice cream from his lips.
As good as it was… he wasn’t sure of the dairy content… so best to refrain from eating too much… last thing he wanted was to have to sprint to the bathroom in the middle of their dancing later.
Harrison swallowed, hard, and not just because he was tasting the ice cream treat. Syx was certainly pushing the limits of their bet, but he hadn’t broken them yet. And when the other blue man licked his lips? Oh he likes that. Harrison likes that very much. Even if those blue fingers are now tantalizingly close for sucking….
“You,” the blue man drawled huskily doing his best to avoid temptation, “are a naughty little villain.” Leaning in closer to his companion, he whispers. “I can’t wait to get out of here. Get you all hot and worked up at the dance floor before I have you all to myself.”
Then with a flirtatious wiggle of his eyebrows, he picks up one of the small slender cones. Extending his tongue he begins to lap at it with wide flat strokes that lead into to dexterously swirling the tip before sliding the entire slender length into his mouth. “Mmmm,” he finally said. “Lemon.”
Syx chuckled huskily, brilliant green eyes dancing mischievously. He was by far more interested in his date than the food at this point. His smile was slow as it spread across his face, ❝I’m the bad boy, naughty is what I do.❞
A shiver of need shot to his core, oh yes, the dance floor was going to become a very dangerous game in their current moods. Especially since Syx had no intention of de-escalating things. His leg slid as far as he could up Harrison’s thigh without touching the prize package and ending the game.
He watched Harrison work the frozen cream with his tongue, his mind dipping to other things that tongue could lick. His tongue dancing across his own lips, he leaned in, ❝You’re a horrible tease. How am I going to taste it now?❞
The answer presented itself quite clearly but dragging the other blue man into a deep kiss and tasting it on his tongue would definitely lose the bet. So in retaliation Syx took the remaining thin cone and held it between them, locking eyes with Harrison as he licked up the side slowly. Taunting Harrison to claim the remaining side as he lapped it lazily, which did make his attempt at a villainous chuckle challenging, ❝Orange creamsicle. All mine.❞
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