❝Are we sure I’m the villain?❞ Syx wondered allowed as he stood, his bare hand fitted against Harrison’s. He’d need to let it go to get his leather jacket on again. He was rather loath to.
But he did anyway. Pulling it on as a protective armor against the staring he’d face on their way to the next destination. Resolutely trying not to think about the people that would be there to watch them grinding on each other dancing. The people who would be close enough to touch and for whom quite a bit of blue skin would be revealed from either man.
He swallowed hard. A bark of laughter forced out, lips quirked into a smile. He tried to keep the banter going in the same way but the villainous showboating tone crept in. The tone he used with Metro Man to cover his fear of standing before jeering crowds close enough to throw things at him with only precedence and pretense and a few bots to protect him.
His smirk was wicked, one normally reserved for Miss Ritchi when she was tied up and being sassy, ❝Then I hope your Minion put as much thought into friction burn reducing underwear as mine did,❞ it had been for running rather than sexual encounters, but the practicality still held.
“Oh honey,” Harrison replied with an ever-widening smile that was pure evil. As soon as Syx’s coat is back on, he takes the other man’s hand back. A sharp tug brings Syx in closer. Almost close enough to kiss.
“I’m the only one who picks out my panties,” he purrs, reaching up to brush the back of his knuckles against Syx’s cheek, “And trust me lover, I have something special on for you tonight.” He’s well aware that now that they are standing, they are on view for everyone in the restaurant. He doesn’t mind it, in fact, he relishes all the people down below who are turning their heads to look up at them on the second floor mezzanine. But he knows how Syx feels about being seen. “Now lets go,” he announces, not giving his lover time to object before tugging him towards the stairs of the exit where a black towncar is waiting.
As Harrison drew him away, Syx realized he hadn’t really been breathing properly. His body having swayed to try and close the tiny gap as they’d stood before everyone. How could he act so fearless with his cape on and yet always be thrown off in a place like this? Well, he admitted, the giant robots and lasers certainly helped.
Letting out a chuckle, Syx’s imagination spun with all the possibilities of the something special waiting for him and redoubled his resolve to win their little game. He focused of Harrison as they made their way to the car, staying silent until they were past the host and outside once more, waiting for the car.
He leaned into his lover’s shoulder, ❝Wicked Temptor,❞ he accused, green eyes dancing hungrily, his hand sliding up stealthfully to just barely not touch the blue skin that was showing through that mesh shirt, ❝You wind me up enough and you’ll find out just how many surprises my outfit has.❞
He hadn’t really planned on anything terribly kinky in public and was still terribly anxious about the dance floor… which is why there were things hidden inside his leather jacket and in the covered corset. But he could already think of fun things to do with the hidden tools. The little blade could so easily cut away those tight pants, for instance. The hard part would be resisting the urge to forgo the crowd and just steal Harrison away… only in truth… that would disappoint both of them and Syx knew it all too well. Still… it was tempting.
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