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Good Morning Sunshine

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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.

Good Morning Sunshine

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Permitted.  He wasn’t permitted to keep his panties on.  God just those dominant words made his cock twitch in the soaking wet satin.  He was Syx’s, entirely his to command.  He didn’t even fight to keep his legs around the other man’s waist.  No, he was not permitted.  

Then they were off and Syx was working his way down and oh, oh, oooooooooooh.  Whatever Harrison was expecting as punishment for breaking the rules, this was not it.  Syx’s tongue was hot and experienced against his eager length and oh, oh god.  Now he was moaning.  He couldn’t keep it in even if he tried.  The sight of another blue man between his legs, his eyes half-lidded as he bobbed, his breath warm and hungry on his balls….. Gods, it was almost enough to bring him to the edge right then and there.  

And Wayne’s thick strong hands on his delicate wrists?  Just icing on this beautiful fucking cake.  He flexed against them, feeling the warm dizziness of sub space wash over him.  

[His frown deepens slightly at the crass reply, but he’s glad that to be noticed again. And included. It’s understandable why they would get distracted, hell, he probably wouldn’t notice if a marching band paraded across the bedroom right now, but that doesn’t make it less frustrating.]

[As Harrison’s emotional state shifts, so does Wayne’s expression, his frown smoothing out. He pins Harrison’s hands above the businessman’s head, keeping his mate from being to move them at all. And doing so gives him a clear view of what the villain is doing while said villain watches him in return.]

Syx moved his mouth from Harrison’s cock to his inner thigh. Kissing the spot before sucking the blue skin into his mouth and working it with a soft moan until he was sure he’d left a hickey. Pulling back he admired his handiwork, the purpled spot looking so beautiful on blue skin, ❝Mine~❞

Biting his own lip, the villain allowed himself to slide a finger along the length of his curling and twisting tentacle. Refocusing on Wayne above him, Syx had a brief flutter of nerves. But it was Wayne, even if not his Wayne. He pushed the reservations back down and leaned back to give the hero an excellent view of just what was going on between his legs. 

His tentacle curling around his wrist, slick with arousal, Syx licked his lips and asked, ❝Are you just going to keep holding our captive, big guy? Or are you going to get him into those lovely restraints so we can all have some fun?❞

Good Morning Sunshine

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Head tipping back, Syx’s thoughts evaporated under Harrison’s hands. A sharp breath drawn in as those clever blue fingers found an extra sensitive bump on his tentacle. His hands soothed across Harrison’s back, drawing up to caress the back of his perfectly sized head. 

Sagging against his lover as his knees started going weak, his only thought was to draw closer with a needy sound. So wonderfully and exquisitely blue. He wanted nothing more than to entwine around his lover utterly. To wrap his tentacle with… well around Harrison’s cock. Even is the parts didn’t match up perfectly it was still blue. Still the exchange of far more than simple touch. 

Taking Harrison’s hips, Syx pressed his towards the other blue man, pinning the hand between them. His lips moved across Harrison’s temple to lick and nip the shell of his ear. All while his tentacle shifted in the grasp to rub wetly over the barely contained bulge that was his lover’s blue cock in those lovely panties. 

It wasn’t until Wayne took Harrison’s arms that he remembered the hero again. His mind so utterly focused. Though he’d been the one to suggest it, he was now loath to be parted from Harrison. With a grunt, he kept his own hold on the blue man, even if Harrison’s arms were pulled away, Syx was not relinquishing the prize of that blue cock willingly. 

“Noo,” Harrison mewled needily as Wayne took his wrists in hand.  He’d known what he was getting into with this, and he knew the restraints were coming.  But now that he’d gotten that delightful tentacle in hand, he didn’t want to give it up.  He tried to pull away and looked up at his husband with his best pleading puppy-dog eyes but no.  His mate was ever the follower of rules and he didn’t really expect Wayne to relent.  Harrison pouted for a long moment before…. an even better and even more wicked idea came to his mega mind.  

He raised his legs and hooked them around Syx’s waist pulling the other man closer.  Syx’s wet eager tentacle was so close to his cock, but not close enough.  The damn panties were still in the way.  

He could smell how much Syx wanted him, the blend of feeling and pheromone filling the backs of his sinuses.  Harrison tried his best to grind up against his lover’s length, searching for the friction he craved.  

[With his attempts at separating them being thwarted on both sides, Wayne can’t help but feel that he has missed something. Or is currently missing something. He frowns down at the pair, not still pulling, but not letting go either.] Either you guys want to be peeled apart or you’ve changed plans that fast and aren’t telling me.

Syx sucked in a sharp breath as Harrison ground into him. His knees felt weak and he sagged against the pair. It made it hard to think through, but Wayne’s confusion finally penetrated his lustful haze. Giving a growl of frustration, Syx looked up at Wayne, “I did tell you to hold him, didn’t I?”

Actually, Syx couldn’t recall what he’d said, but it didn’t matter. All that really mattered was that those panties needed to be gone. With Wayne hopefully having a secure grasp of Harrison, Syx grabbed the blue man’s ankles and unwrapped them from his waist. Syx snapped  the band of Harrison’s undies, “These are no longer permitted.”

Taking a hold of the band, Syx drew them down and off, letting himself sink to the floor with them. He trailed his lips over Harrison’s stomach… and finally to the prize. The scent of it… blue sex. Syx wanted to bury his nose in that little bit of fuzz, but he contented himself with laving his tongue over Harrison’s length as he looked up at the pair with hooded eyes. It tasted as wonderful as he’d imagined. Blue. There was no other word for it. 

With his lips brushing lightly against Harrison’s balls, Syx commanded, “Now you can restrain him.”

Good Morning Sunshine

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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.”

Harrison moaned, throwing his head back as he’s bitten, feeling his cock twitch in his panties.  The smell hits him first, almost as strong and lusty as the feelings he pushed at Syx. His head swims and he a moment he feels dizzy. Jesus fucking christ!  Sheldon had said that his pheromones were strong when his tentacle came out to play but he wasn’t prepared for this!  It was hot and needy and oh god, so…… blue.  And so right in a way he had never experienced before with any partner, even with Wayne.  

Then there it was.  Syx’s tentacle was in his hand, hot, writhing, and dripping wet.  He moaned again, a sound of lust tinged with triumph as the tentacle coiled around his hand and wrist.  Oh this is what he’d wanted for weeks now, what he’d longed to touch and smell and gods help him even taste.  Harrison fluttered his fingers, stroking his lover however he could, unsure how to best touch his tentacle but more eager to learn.  He twisted his wrist, trying to grab and squeeze and grope even as Syx  writhed against him.  

His lips find Syx’s neck and soon he’s returning to his lover what was done to him and more.  Harrison’s lips lavish attention on his lovers body, becoming more forceful when Syx orders Wayne to restrain him.  If someone wants to take him away from his prize, they will need to drag him.  Instead of giving himself up, he reaches and gropes a generous handful of Syx’s sweet little blue ass, pulling the other blue man closer to press his cloth covered cock as close as he can get to his partner.  This smells so right, feels so right, and fuck if Harrison is going to let up now.  

[Unlike what Harrison’s fingers might be doing, Syx’s length is a tad move visible even from Wayne’s angle. To say that he is impressed is something of an understatement and he definitely, at some point, wants to know what that textured length feels like. He has played with toys that are similar, but it’s quite doubtful that they measure up to the real thing.]

[Wayne’s nose twitches with the strength of the pheromones Syx is exuding. It’s not a bad smell, quite the opposite, it’s just powerful. That he knows what that scent means makes it an alluring odor, the pheromones aren’t the right ones to catch his libido on their own. That being what it is, he can definitely see why another version of himself, one who is susceptible to the scent, would be driven by it.]

[He’d been so distracted watching the pair that it takes him a moment to realize that he’s being given an order.] Oh. Uh, yes. [Floating to kneel above Harrison’s head, Wayne reaches down to grasp his mate’s arms gently, but firmly and slowly attempts to pull Harrison’s hands upwards. They all know who will win as far as muscle goes, but he’d rather not cause Syx unwanted discomfort in the process.]

Head tipping back, Syx’s thoughts evaporated under Harrison’s hands. A sharp breath drawn in as those clever blue fingers found an extra sensitive bump on his tentacle. His hands soothed across Harrison’s back, drawing up to caress the back of his perfectly sized head. 

Sagging against his lover as his knees started going weak, his only thought was to draw closer with a needy sound. So wonderfully and exquisitely blue. He wanted nothing more than to entwine around his lover utterly. To wrap his tentacle with… well around Harrison’s cock. Even is the parts didn’t match up perfectly it was still blue. Still the exchange of far more than simple touch. 

Taking Harrison’s hips, Syx pressed his towards the other blue man, pinning the hand between them. His lips moved across Harrison’s temple to lick and nip the shell of his ear. All while his tentacle shifted in the grasp to rub wetly over the barely contained bulge that was his lover’s blue cock in those lovely panties. 

It wasn’t until Wayne took Harrison’s arms that he remembered the hero again. His mind so utterly focused. Though he’d been the one to suggest it, he was now loath to be parted from Harrison. With a grunt, he kept his own hold on the blue man, even if Harrison’s arms were pulled away, Syx was not relinquishing the prize of that blue cock willingly. 

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Syx wasn’t entirely sure what it was. He’d built something in a half asleep state and so had decided to test it off site. It had seemed innocent at first. A glowing blip that manifested a small cephalopod looking thing. Going closer to examine it had proved that it wasn’t alive… just mass and jelly-like flesh. 

It was when Syx had started to poke it that everything went wrong. It got bigger, sticky tentacles wrapping around him. The more he fought the more grew and wound around his form. As if that wasn’t embarrassing enough the tentacles didn’t seem at all satisfied with just wrapping around him. Syx sucked in a hissing breath as the sticky substance on the tentacles started dissolving his costume. 

He was starting to get serious flashbacks to some of the porn he’d watched… last night… oh god! He’d made a hentai bomb?! FUCK! Why would he not label that?! His cheeks flamed red, why did he do this out in the semi-open if he was going to fall in his own stupid trap?!

Trying to pin his legs together as he was well aware of what was going to happen next, the blue villain let out a soft moan as the gooey tentacle slid along his legs. He’d had way too many fantasies about this to not get aroused. The fact that he was pinned rather helplessly, however, wasn’t nearly as good in reality as it was in fantasy.