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Harrison’s direct forwardness drew a blush to Syx’s cheeks as well. One hand lowered over his groin nervously at the mention of naked at the same time. Sipping on his cocoa until the two were down he fidgeted, finally blurting out, “I feel I should add, in case it’s relevant? That I’m not… built?” he bit his lip, forcing out, “…like your husband is. Like humans are. At all.”

“Anyway!” he pressed on, full of nervous energy, “Seeing how it works will be highly essential. Trust being a major factor in all such endeavors,” especially since Harrison was making him sound far more experienced than he was, “Start small and build the anticipation?”

Flashing a wide grin at the pair to cover his own nerves, yet there was excitement building in his eyes as well. The possibilities were endlessly wonderful if this did work out.

“He knows,” Harrison said, taking a step closer to Syx.  He was still holding onto Wayne’s hand, so it had the additional effect of bringing the two men in his life closer together.  “I told him after my first kidnapping.  When you were surprised that I had a cock,” he added teasingly, enjoying the memory of flirting with the villain and getting to know the man.  

Impulsively, Harrison takes a step even closer.  Between his link with Wayne and his ability to read Syx, he can tell that both of them were a combination of nervous and interested.  He knew Wayne would love to see him with another blue man, even if they did start slow and vanilla.  Syx’s intentions (and interests) were even more clear.  And since this was his idea, it was only right for him to make the first move.  

With Syx sitting at the counter, he was at the perfect height so Harrison began to kiss his way up the other blue man’s neck.  

“Does this work?” he asks huskily, his mouth still lingering on Syx’s tendons.  He’s looking his mate in the eye, but the question is directed at both of them.

I am aware and am not repulsed by the idea in the slightest. [Not that he’s going to say as much to Syx, but Sheldon’s Wayne has more concerning equipment than a mere tentacle, even multiple tentacles aren’t as off-putting as the combination of strength and ridges. Tentacles are just fine.]

[Wayne blushes fiercely at the display, but takes a pointed bite of pancake instead of joining them.] Oh, it works just fine. I will say that it would be nice if our discussions of a threesome could once involve a chance to let the ‘yes’ sink in before jumping right into things with both feet.

Syx let his head tip back, body shifting with a soft moan. It was unfair how easily Harrison knew every spot he loved. But then it was just as easy for him to turn that knowledge back on Harrison. Hands sliding around the other man’s shoulders and onto the back of Harrison’s slim neck, Syx bit his lip.

“If we weren’t prone to jumping into things headlong I’d never have built my first giant mech and next to no sleep and a caffeine high,” he chuckled lightly, throat vibrating against Harrison’s lips, “Once the decision is made, what’s the point of delay?”