The added blue fingers to his own make Syx’s knees feel weak. He sucked in a breath, the taste of their kiss and mingled breath on his tongue. Intoxicating. Better than he could have dreamed at it had barely started. The tip of his swelling tentacle brushed Harrison’s fingers and Syx’s hand twitched in response as his core quivered. A soft gasp escaping him.
Wayne’s words pulled his lust-addled mind back to the matter at hand. Blinking let out a breathy chuckle though he was loath to stop, “Naughty boy we have here. It’s a good thing we have restraints.”
If they’re going to take him away from his prize, Harrison is going to try to get as much as he can. He can feel that wiggle, that something reaching out for him. Now is the time to be greedy — before he ends up at the mercy of their restraints. He eagerly presses on with his fingers, fluttering them not only against the slit but slipping the middle one in as Syx gasps.
But that’s not what makes him truly a naughty boy.
No, that comes after he makes eye contact with Wayne over Syx’s shoulder. When he gives his mate his most deliciously mischievous grin. When he winks at his husband.
It’s not fair of course. He’s had several opportunities to practice this little trick with his Megamind and Mykaal, not to mention refining it to an art on his own husband. He’s already horny and ready, which makes it quite easy. He just needs to focus on what he wants from the two delicious naked men in his boudoir.
And push those feelings in a tsunami of pure unadulterated lust at Syx as his nimble fingers work his lover’s hot, wet slit.
[It had been a thought to just step around to the other side of the bed and pull Harrison up to the restraints, but that’s just not happening right about now. With Syx leaning over Harrison he isn’t at quite a good enough angle to see what his mate is doing without using his x-ray vision, but he can guess.]
[What he couldn’t have guessed is the feeling of Harrison’s lust being shoved at someone else. He could feel the build and the release, both of which spike his libido, but it’s strange feeling that strong push just sort of vanish. Wayne can’t feel Syx except through what manages to filter through Harrison to him, so something going the other way is just gone and it feels odd, almost like a numb sensation in his head. If he weren’t already addled buy the backwash of lust that couldn’t all be directed one way, he would be a little sad by the example of what he is clearly missing.]
[Wayne steps off the bed, but doesn’t touch either blue man. It’s tempting, ever so tempting, but he isn’t sure what to do or if he is welcome at the moment. Harrison’s look says yes, but Harrison isn’t supposed to be the one driving this. It’s up to Syx.]
Losing all focus on what was and wasn’t supposed to be happening right now, Syx dropped his large to Harrison’s shoulder. A moan pulled it’s way from his throat as he rolled his hips against the hands working his body. Blue lust. He’d gotten tastes from Harrison before… but now, naked and wanting and being touched… his body was reacting far faster than he was used to.
His teeth found the meaty part of the blue neck under his lips, biting on and sucking, licking. His hand coming up to grip Harrison’s shoulders as with a shudder, his tentacle slid free of his sheath. Slick with fluid, the scent of his arousal perfumed the air with pheromones as the foot long mobile dick like appendage curled in the air. It faded from deep pink to lavender, soft and slightly bump with textured ripples.
“Har-harrison,” Syx gasped, his tentacle coil needily around the man’s wrist as if to draw those fingers deeper. Syx pulled himself flush with Harrison, wanting, needing, that skin contact.
Breathing hard, he became aware of the other eyes on him and shifted to glance over his shoulder at Wayne with a breathy laugh, “I’ve been ensnared by the captive’s wiles, help. Restrain your husband.”
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