Syx blew out a breath, quite unsure of himself what he wanted or not and if it would help. While he was still lost in his own musings, Harrison was already leading him, he followed quite on autopilot. Not that being in his blue lover’s lap was in any way an unwanted experience. They fit together so well after all. Syx wrapped his arms around Harrison’s shoulders just to revel in that fact.
❝Well,❞ he began, his voice quavering with all the uncertainties that so often plagued him that he tried so hard to keep hidden around people. But Harrison wasn’t people. He was family. So that was okay. He’d stopped talking, so he tried again, ❝Well, the texting- sexting? always made it easy to talk about. So actually talking is the logical next step, right?❞
His long blue fingers flitted about, making patterns on the back of his lover’s neck. It was perhaps evil of him, after all, he knew all the weak spots. The same ones he had. But evil was what he was. And leaving the person under him a bit of a mess made things seem… more balanced. Comfortable. In control.
“It is,” Harrison replied smoothly, letting out a long slow breath as Syx’s fingers teased his sensitive neck. “When you think ahhhh about it, when you fantasize a-about it,” he said, trying to ignore his lover’s wandering hands. “W-what does it look like?“”
Syx bit his own lip but in his head, it was Harrison’s. He could easily make that reality but that way led to the lack of talking, and then were where they? No were further than they were currently. If well satisfied temporarily.
❝Um…❞ he flushed, cheeks lavender, ❝I have thought about it. With the toys. You below me as I ride you,❞ he worked his lips harder between his teeth, far less eloquent than he’d like to be, ❝But also the thing I tried with Anna. Uhhhh… doggy style? I don’t really- I’ve never looked up-❞ he felt like he’d not prepared for a test, ❝Front to back. so that my tentacle’s not in the way. So I can be in you too.❞
His wandering fingers moved to Harrison’s ears. He hated how much harder it was to say out loud than in text. He could do it and he could write it. But saying it? Evil god that was always a fight. He needed something pre-prepared or to have everything just right in his head to wing it. And even then it was so easy to fall over the ledge back to babbling.
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