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Harrison strains against Wayne’s iron grip, letting out a whine as Syx’s mouth leaves his hard eager cock.  But as soon as he figures out what his overlord is doing, a shuddering moan follows.  He’s being marked.  Even after all this is over, he’ll have that lingering little mark to remind him.  Harrison can’t help it; he spreads his legs like the wanton little slut that he is, giving Syx more access to his sensitive inner thigh.  Every moment of suction, every breath, perfectly blue on his blue skin leaves him dripping.  And just when he thinks it can’t get any better?  Syx says that word. 

Yes, oh yes.  In this moment Harrison was happily his.  “My overlord,” he says between heavy breaths, as he watches the show, taking copious mental notes of exactly how Syx plays with his tentacle.  

And when his overlord reminds him of the restraints?  Oh another whimper slips out as Harrison tilts back his head to look up at his mate with lusty half-lidded eyes.  He hopes Wayne will feel his want but even if he doesn’t, his desire is written all over his eager blue face.  

[Wayne doesn’t have the slightest issue with the hickies, but he does feel a tiny flare of jealousy at Syx’s claim of ‘mine’. He isn’t a jealous person, so the feeling is probably more based in his defensiveness from being in a strange situation.]

[He has no doubts about Syx’s anatomy, however. Even if there wasn’t a thick layer of his mate’s desire intertwining with his own, Wayne would still be giving Syx’s groin a hungry look. Sure, there is a novelty to new anatomy, but just as with one vagina he acquainted himself with, he is equally interested in figuring out how to pleasure the owner of said anatomy as he his with figuring out how to pleasure himself with it.]

[Because of how mesmerizing that slick length is, Wayne misses the entire first part of that, only realizing he’s being spoken to when he’s called ‘big guy’. Thankfully the second part of the question gives him a good idea of the first part, enough to prompt him into motion.]

If the view is this fun, I can only imagine how much better things can be. [He intentionally drags Harrison up the bed, instead of just lifting the smaller man. Blue skin is too durable and their sheets have too high of a thread count from friction burns to be much of a thing, but that doesn’t stop him from conveying a level of roughness. With a mildly practiced hand, Wayne attaches the wrist restraints.] Do you want him laying flat or lifted?

Rising up, Syx’s nostrils flare at the thick scent of their arousal in the air. Licking his lips, eyes darkened with want watching Wayne handle his husband in such a practiced manner. Is that what he looked like when he begged his Wayne to be rough with him? it was certainly as arousing to watch as it was to experience. 

Slipping a finger into his sheath beside his tentacle, rubbing the thick base, Syx shivered in pleasure. Freeing his hand, he moved to join Wayne beside the pinned Harrison, large blue mind spinning through possible scenarios. Biting his lip, Syx sucked in a breath and reached up to touch Wayne’s chin with his dry hand.

❝Laying down,❞ he decided, ❝Our good captive can prove the oral skills he had contin-u-ously boasted of while we… ❞ he slowly licked his fluids of the hand he’d been pleasuring himself with, eyes locked on Wayne, ❝Get to know each other better.❞

His eyes flicked between Harrison and Wayne for approval of his plan.