“If you love me let me go
If you love me let me go
‘Cause these words are knives and often leave scars
The fear of falling apart
And truth be told, I never was yours
The fear, the fear of falling apart
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart.”
“I know there’s no form
And no labels to put on
To this thing we keep
And dip into when we need
And I don’t have the right
To ask where you go at night
But the waves hit my head
To think someone’s in your bed
I get a little bit Genghis Khan
I don’t want you to get it on
With nobody else but me
With nobody else but me
I get a little bit Genghis Khan
Don’t want you to get it on
With nobody else but me
With nobody else but me”
“you got me hanging by a thread… wish I could turn back time, wish I could rewind life…”
Syx fell into Harrison’s arms, relaxing with a soft sigh before leaning in and nipping at the other man’s ear and kissing his cheek, “Why hello.”
Satisfied his the mark he’d left, Syx kissed it softly, “Such a naughty boy you are.”
His breath was harsh against the damp skin as he tried to control himself. He knew the limits they must abide by, but it was so terribly hard, with this wonderful man in his arms, to remember why. Swallowing he pleaded, “Don’t push me.”
It would be too easy to forget why he couldn’t have him.
Harrison whimpers softly. He likes to be a naughty boy, but even more he likes to prove how good he can be. And it takes all of his self control not to palm his cock or grope Syx’s perfect little round ass.
Instead he leans his forehead to Syx’s and rubs them together gently. They might not be able to go any further sexually, but his attachment to the blue villain is more than just physical. There is such intense intimacy between them and it’s all happened in such a short time. Right now, Harrison wants that as much as he wants relief for his aching cock.
“I’ll do my best to be good,” he promises, acknowledging the pleading tone he can hear in the other man’s voice. “For you.”
Syx let out a sigh, behaving was both good and bad. He ached, but he was still going to take everything that he was allowed, “Good boy.”
Cupping Harrison’s cheeks, Syx kissed him soundly. Drawing him close with a smoldering need. Fighting to keep the passion from building too much. Low and simmering in safe territory. Breaking the kiss to lean his forehead against Harrison’s, longing to touch and using every ounce of willpower he has to keep his hands on those thin hips.
He blew out a breath with a soft laugh, “I don’t want to let you go just yet, but if I keep touching you clothing is going to come off.”
Syx rubbed his thumb over Harrison’s hipbone, he had so many questions and he didn’t even know how to ask them. This relationship was so much more strange and intense than his others. Maybe it’s just because they’re both Blue that it’s different. That it’d happened so quickly. Yet there are so many more rules not fully defined. He wants to ask what they are to each other. What this might become. The words die in his throat along with his confidence.
Syx fell into Harrison’s arms, relaxing with a soft sigh before leaning in and nipping at the other man’s ear and kissing his cheek, “Why hello.”
Sucking in a sharp breath, his tentacle swelling in response to the promise behind that action, Syx let out a soft whimper. The smells coming from Harrison, the scent of the other man’s arousal was doing nothing to curb his own desires. If he got any more worked up he would be threatening to slide out of his sheath.
In retaliation, Syx growled, his teeth finding the sweet spot on Harrison’s neck again, biting and sucking hard enough it would certainly leave a bright hickey.
Harrison gasped as Syx’s teeth found the perfect spot and he immediately let go of the other blue man’s nipples. “God, yes, Syx,” he pants, letting himself be marked in retaliation for his stubborn disobedience. A hand wraps around Syx, pulling him closer and fisting his tight suit as his body relaxes under the blue villain’s control.
Satisfied his the mark he’d left, Syx kissed it softly, “Such a naughty boy you are.”
His breath was harsh against the damp skin as he tried to control himself. He knew the limits they must abide by, but it was so terribly hard, with this wonderful man in his arms, to remember why. Swallowing he pleaded, “Don’t push me.”
It would be too easy to forget why he couldn’t have him.
Syx fell into Harrison’s arms, relaxing with a soft sigh before leaning in and nipping at the other man’s ear and kissing his cheek, “Why hello.”
A tight shiver ran through Syx at that squeeze. His lips trembled against Harrison’s neck. With a grunt to try and tame his reactions he forcefully tipped the man’s head and bit his earlobe.
“How about I send you home covered in my marks you naughty boy,” he delighted at the idea of raising purple bruises on that beautiful blue skin, “Oh maybe I’ll tie you up, oh so hard, and leave you as a present your mate. Bound and gagged and waiting for him,” his voice filled with dark promise.
Harrison has to bite down on his lower lip lest he start panting. Fuck, Syx’s teeth on his ear feel so damn good and he’s relishing the mental images the accompany the other man’s aggressive words. His pants are already about to burst, and he can’t wait to show his overlord Wayne’s particular skill for destroying zippers and thongs with the force of his erection…
Harrison reaches for the other nipple as Syx teases his ear. He raises an eyebrow at the other man in challenge, then pinches them both. Hard. Just to see what his overlord will do.
Sucking in a sharp breath, his tentacle swelling in response to the promise behind that action, Syx let out a soft whimper. The smells coming from Harrison, the scent of the other man’s arousal was doing nothing to curb his own desires. If he got any more worked up he would be threatening to slide out of his sheath.
In retaliation, Syx growled, his teeth finding the sweet spot on Harrison’s neck again, biting and sucking hard enough it would certainly leave a bright hickey.
We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade…The last girl I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person who you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it always happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of those lovable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. You will remember having conversations with this person that never actually happened. You will recall sexual trysts with this person that never technically occurred. This is because the individual who embodies your personal definition of love does not really exist. The person is real, and the feelings are real—but you create the context. And context is everything.
And maybe what growing up really means is knowing that you don’t have to be just a character, going whichever way the story says. It’s knowing you could be the author instead.
Syx fell into Harrison’s arms, relaxing with a soft sigh before leaning in and nipping at the other man’s ear and kissing his cheek, “Why hello.”
Harrison’s breaths come in shallow pants and oh is that a moan that slips past his lips. He’s used to being the one in control but Syx knows just how to make him lose it. And to make him want more. He reaches for the other man’s chest, and pinches his nipple between his thumb and forefinger over his suit, just to see how his dear overlord will react.
Syx delighted at how reactive his blue captive was. Eliciting the sounds from Harrison sent a spike of arousal through him. When those mischevious fingers found his nipples he gasped. Biting the skin of Harrison’s neck harder, he growled, “Naughty boy.”
“Nnngah,” Harrison moans as Syx’s teeth find a little hot spot on his slender sensitive neck. But he doesn’t let go of his prize. “What are you going to do about it overlord?” he challenges, giving Syx’s nipple another tight squeeze.
A tight shiver ran through Syx at that squeeze. His lips trembled against Harrison’s neck. With a grunt to try and tame his reactions he forcefully tipped the man’s head and bit his earlobe.
“How about I send you home covered in my marks you naughty boy,” he delighted at the idea of raising purple bruises on that beautiful blue skin, “Oh maybe I’ll tie you up, oh so hard, and leave you as a present your mate. Bound and gagged and waiting for him,” his voice filled with dark promise.
“Uhhhhh…” Syx jerked back from the blond eared cat woman who’d kissed him on the cheek, completely unsure what to make of this situation.
RP backup 