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.”
Syx barely noticed the pea soup, though part of his mind realized Minion would be happy that he was actually eating some vegetables. He still refused to believe they were actually any good.
“All thoroughly tested, of course,” he bit his finger, eyes smoldering once the waiter left. The look on Harrison’s face was beyond perfect, he wanted to memorize it forever. God, it was unfair how gorgeous the other was. And shutting down the beautiful mind was beyond priceless.
The last question left him blinking, wondering why it would matter. With a slight crease to his brow, he shrugged a shoulder, “I’ve used 769 with Anna a couple times. He’s actually rather new. I had to retire a few of them from duty over the years,” Syx grimaced, “121 was much better as a fencing practice dummy than allowed anywhere near anything meant to be inside of me. But they were all programmed for me.”
Idly dipping a spoon into the soup, and experimenting with the unique shapes, he added, “I added new setting to 769 to account for human anatomy which is why he’d be the better choice than the ones meant just for me.”
He blushed a bit at the idea of admitting just how long he’d been using settings. Though Harrison was uniquely unlikely to judge him for masturbating to Metro Man. And if he wasn’t lying to himself, Roxanne as well.
Harrison took a bite of his soup, relishing the bright taste that made him think of spring. But even the delicious taste couldn’t cut through his rising anxiety. “So there’s me, and your Wayne but that’s over now, and this Anna?” he asked, his brow furrowing slightly. Syx had mentioned Anna before but he’d never asked for details. Syx had said that sexual relationships outside a few quick prison fucks were new territory for him.
“I’m just trying to get a lay of the land….. of how I fit into your…. relationships,” he finally said awkwardly, already regretting this turn in conversation. Oh well there was nothing to do now that the hole was dug. “And the things you like. Boundaries. I mean, we never really talked much about… that.”
Syx frowned deeply, just swirling his spoon in the bowl, “I know I’ve mentioned Anna before. She’s been living at the Lair even before I crashed at your place that time,” actually the troubles that had been going on had been part of the reason he hadn’t been ready to go back to the Lair that night, “She’s mine. My mate.”
“You’re married,” he said more defensively than he really meant to, “Sorry I… Wayne and I… He left… no, that’s not true. I left…” Syx sighed, pressing his face into his hands, “He never fought with me but I could tell he wanted to. About Anna. He wanted to be my one and only and I just can’t do that,” he looked pleadingly up at Harrison, “I love Anna dearly. But I… love you too,” he wrung his hands together, “I thought… I mean… you’re married! You understand this, right?”
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” the villain laughed bitterly, “I’ve dated three people and that’s including you,” he didn’t count fooling around in prison. That wasn’t ever love, it had barely been sex they way most defined it.
“I guess,” Syx frowned looking into his glass, “But theirs a difference between playing matchmaker and watching to aliens fuck each other,” Roxanne just hadn’t wanted to be in the middle of their ‘weird courtship ritual’ anymore. That was all. She was likely much happier with how it was now. No longer getting tied up or bothered… He needed to stop checking up on her. Just stop.
Luckily Harrison’s offer provided a welcome distraction. He green eyes gleamed with glee and bit his lip after taking a sip from his drink, “The temptation of it all,” he shifted in his seat, mind dreaming up scenarios already. His eyelids fell nearly closed, “I could find so many wicked ways to keep you tormented during,” his lips curled into a truly evil grin, “Elaborate knots. Suspension. Multi-stage. Fuck machine,” he slowly started laying out his thoughts, “Oh, and did I mention that 769 has multiple programs for wielding a dildo? Not that you’d be allowed to cum until your hero rescued you.”
Harrison nodded, conceding the point more out of politeness than any actual belief that he was wrong. However when Syx said ‘fuck machine’, any thought of Roxanne Ritchi flew out of his expansive mind. In fact, his brain froze for a moment and he gaped at his dining companion. He finally swallowed dryly, forgetting entirely about the drink that is still in his hand.
“Ahem, you, uhh, you did not mention that,” Harrison finally replies, attempting to kickstart his brain. He licked his lips. He was still stuck imagining himself suspended midair as one of Megamind’s wicked machines fucked him silly while his ‘hero’ husband watched. God, he had to make sure he wasn’t drooling…..
Thankfully at that moment the waiter returned, placing an elaborate bowl in front of each of them and announcing it was pea soup.
“M-multiple programs you say?” Harrison finally says when the waiter departs. “Were they created for you to enjoy or for one of your other…. lovers?” he asks, not even sure where he is going with this.
Syx barely noticed the pea soup, though part of his mind realized Minion would be happy that he was actually eating some vegetables. He still refused to believe they were actually any good.
“All thoroughly tested, of course,” he bit his finger, eyes smoldering once the waiter left. The look on Harrison’s face was beyond perfect, he wanted to memorize it forever. God, it was unfair how gorgeous the other was. And shutting down the beautiful mind was beyond priceless.
The last question left him blinking, wondering why it would matter. With a slight crease to his brow, he shrugged a shoulder, “I’ve used 769 with Anna a couple times. He’s actually rather new. I had to retire a few of them from duty over the years,” Syx grimaced, “121 was much better as a fencing practice dummy than allowed anywhere near anything meant to be inside of me. But they were all programmed for me.”
Idly dipping a spoon into the soup, and experimenting with the unique shapes, he added, “I added new setting to 769 to account for human anatomy which is why he’d be the better choice than the ones meant just for me.”
He blushed a bit at the idea of admitting just how long he’d been using settings. Though Harrison was uniquely unlikely to judge him for masturbating to Metro Man. And if he wasn’t lying to himself, Roxanne as well.
“Well she wasn’t in the Equestinator, if she was I’m sure she would have complained loud enough one of us would have noticed,” he shrugged a shoulder, “Not that I think she’d want to see that.”
He did have to admit that he missed seeing her… but without the game there was no point in kidnapping her. And he was happy… with Anna and Harrison and Minion… The ache in his chest when he watched her news segments was stupid and he really just needed to stop recording them and watching them.
Shaking his head to clear the thought, he took a sip of the sangria and refocused on the person before him. A person who did love him and want him. Unreciprocated infatuation was pointless. The alcohol certainly helped him to relax, “Though putting on a show is what I do best.”
“Oh come on, how could she not want to see that?” Harrison replied, smirking mischievously over the smoke pouring from his glass. “If I recall, you told me she was the one who first suggested you two kiss and get it over with. I’m sure if she got a courtside seat to years of unresolved sexual tension, she’d want to see the glorious finale. I’ve only been kidnapped a few times but every time felt like watching a very convoluted sexy foreplay. Which by the way, if you’re interested, I’m sure my Wayne would be up to play heroes and hostages any time….”
“I guess,” Syx frowned looking into his glass, “But theirs a difference between playing matchmaker and watching to aliens fuck each other,” Roxanne just hadn’t wanted to be in the middle of their ‘weird courtship ritual’ anymore. That was all. She was likely much happier with how it was now. No longer getting tied up or bothered… He needed to stop checking up on her. Just stop.
Luckily Harrison’s offer provided a welcome distraction. He green eyes gleamed with glee and bit his lip after taking a sip from his drink, “The temptation of it all,” he shifted in his seat, mind dreaming up scenarios already. His eyelids fell nearly closed, “I could find so many wicked ways to keep you tormented during,” his lips curled into a truly evil grin, “Elaborate knots. Suspension. Multi-stage. Fuck machine,” he slowly started laying out his thoughts, “Oh, and did I mention that 769 has multiple programs for wielding a dildo? Not that you’d be allowed to cum until your hero rescued you.”
After finishing his cocktail, Syx burst out laughing, “I’ve messed around in some awkward places but never in a bathroom,” his shoulders shook as he chuckled, “I can’t say I blame anyone for not being able to take your eyes off you,” he gave Harrison a smoldering look, “We are devilishly handsome.”
He reached for another of the unique cocktails, hemming and hawing over which one he wanted before selecting a suspended fruit. He turned the glass in his hand marveling at how the fruit bits floated, “However I think I have that beat,” he winked at Harrison over the top of the glass, “Inside the Equestinator during a time-out during battle. Roxanne was pissed, it hadn’t been planned and no one thought to untie her when we got distracted.”
“Oh poor Roxanne.” Harrison clucked his tongue. “Did you boys at least have the decency to give her a nice show?” he asked, reaching for the smoking martini glass.
“Well she wasn’t in the Equestinator, if she was I’m sure she would have complained loud enough one of us would have noticed,” he shrugged a shoulder, “Not that I think she’d want to see that.”
He did have to admit that he missed seeing her… but without the game there was no point in kidnapping her. And he was happy… with Anna and Harrison and Minion… The ache in his chest when he watched her news segments was stupid and he really just needed to stop recording them and watching them.
Shaking his head to clear the thought, he took a sip of the sangria and refocused on the person before him. A person who did love him and want him. Unreciprocated infatuation was pointless. The alcohol certainly helped him to relax, “Though putting on a show is what I do best.”
Syx’s eyebrows rose, “Really? So this is like a Jello-Shot?” cutting a bit off the jelly, he popped it in his mouth, humming at the taste, “That is not a Jello-Shot.”
Blinking at the uniqueness of the experience, he took another bite, “This is all alcohol?”
Tapping his fork idly as he thought, his lips suddenly curled into a grin as he alighted on a topic that might prove some fun, “So tell me, my flirtatious Harrison, what’s the most audacious thing you’ve done in public? And I don’t mean those group orgies things. I mean, in a nice normal setting like this.”
Harrison chuckled at the thought of a $40 agar-based cocktail as a ‘Jello shot’. He was enjoying watching Syx as much as the drink in his hand. He was about to tell his companion later just how adorable he was when he tried something new however the change in topic surprised him. He sat up a little straighter in his seat and laughed.
“No small talk indeed,” he teased. “Well… I’m not one to kiss and tell,” he said dramatically, “but there was this one time….” He swirled the orange liquor in his glass, taking his time to finish the last sip of his drink before continuing. Presentation after all. He set the empty glass in front of him before he began his story.
“I was young, god, had to be twenty? Minion and I were just starting out with Megamind Inc and I needed a very particular software license in order to make our first direct-to-market printer usable by the general public. The problem was that one of my competitors was also courting this same software company and frankly they could offer more money upfront. It was a family business, Dad was a bigshot in the 80′s for hitting on some particularly integral code for Apple II and there is his son, only a few years older than me but he was clearly being groomed to take over from daddy dearest. Now during my entire presentation, Junior will not stop staring at me and you know what I mean by staring right? Not the ‘oh my god an alien’ stare but the kind of stare where he is clearly undressing me with his eyes. But everyone else in the room is looking at me so no one else seems to notice. So I finish the presentation and I’m answering everything that Daddy is throwing at me, but I still don’t think he’s convinced. We adjourn and I overhear Junior say something about needing to use the restroom.
A few minutes later I follow him in just as he’s washing his hands and mm-mmm I don’t know what came over me.”
He flutters his lashes innocently then his smile curls into a look that is positively wicked.
“I grabbed him by the tie and pulled him back into one of the stalls. He tried to give me some bs about not kissing men, but I just laughed and kissed him anyway. That boy melted like butter in a hot pan. Then I fucked him fast and rough against the stall door.” Harrison’s eyebrows danced in devilish delight and he leaned back with a dramatic wave of the hand. “I got the account by the way.”
After finishing his cocktail, Syx burst out laughing, “I’ve messed around in some awkward places but never in a bathroom,” his shoulders shook as he chuckled, “I can’t say I blame anyone for not being able to take your eyes off you,” he gave Harrison a smoldering look, “We are devilishly handsome.”
He reached for another of the unique cocktails, hemming and hawing over which one he wanted before selecting a suspended fruit. He turned the glass in his hand marveling at how the fruit bits floated, “However I think I have that beat,” he winked at Harrison over the top of the glass, “Inside the Equestinator during a time-out during battle. Roxanne was pissed, it hadn’t been planned and no one thought to untie her when we got distracted.”
{{ There really weren’t anyone his age around. He had a few crushes on kids he’d met in his failed attempts at school, but nothing that went beyond blushing at people. After the assault, he couldn’t even think about someone touching him for a long time. His first boyfriend? was when he was around 20. It was a fellow prisoner who was only a bit older than him and it wasn’t really a relationship as much as a ‘friends’ with benefits. These early relationships had a crap ton of rules and power dynamic all on Syx’s side for him to feel safe in it. No touching being the biggest. No penetrative sex at all. Lots of kissing and biting, though. He had a lot of curiosity and need to experiment.
His first real lessons about human sex that was any good actually came from his one Aunt who owns a ‘Maggasge Parlour’. She also helped him deal with his feeling over the assault some too in his teen years. }}
[He smiles appreciatively down at his partner. It’s reassuring thing that his own worries are able to still get through to Harrison, but it also makes him concerned that he’s accidentally going to muddy the whole thing with his perpetual insecurities.] Yeah, everything is green, love. You just wait here and maybe entertain Syx for a moment while I get things ready.
[Gently setting Harrison or the bed Wayne turns his attention back to Syx. Almost challengingly, he strips out of both his pants and his underwear, going against Syx’s suggested order of doing things. It’s only not a challenge because it makes more sense to Wayne to be naked first and isn’t done out of spite. He gives Syx a second to see what he has to offer before striding off to retrieve their main cache of toys.]
[It overly takes a few moments for him to come back with the box and hop weightlessly up onto the bed with the restraint straps. This is where the naked first part comes into play as he gives them both a great view of his muscular backside while he reaches up to feed the straps through the brackets and down to equally sturdy eyelets hidden just behind either side of the headboard. And just like that the wrist restraints are ready.]
Syx nodded subtly as he picked up on the safe words, that was a good plan. He had more familiarity with it in reading than in practice, but it seemed straight forward. Watching Wayne undress, he bit his finger with an appreciative murmur. The man’s cock was quite a bit more human looking that what he’d known from his own Wayne, but that would just make it easier to take. He was practically drooling at the thought of forcing that length down his throat.
As Wayne set about hooking up the harness, Syx moved to get a good view, one hand wandering between his legs to stroke his slit. Eyes hooded he leaned over Harrison and took the blue man’s chin gently.
“I can’t wait to see you all tied up for us,” his fingers traced the length of Harrison’s long neck as he claimed his lips with a kiss.
He’s seen Wayne strip a thousand times, but the sight of his mate sliding his monster of a cock out of tight jeans always makes Harrison’s mouth water. Unconsciously he licks his lips, enjoying the touch of playfulness he can feel from his man. Good. That means Wayne is starting to get into this too. And mmm mmm mmm he never gets sick of the sight of Wayne’s finely chiseled ass and rippling muscles. Syx’s appreciation doesn’t escape his notice either. Good, good, good.
The venue change and lack of direct stimulation has helped clear his mind immensely. Oh he’s still hard enough to cut glass and wants out of these dripping panties, but he’s not nearly so lust-muddled. In fact, he’d much rather show off just how naughty he can be before he’s restrained.
So he enthusiastically returns Syx’s kiss. As their lips tangle up in blue, Harrison reaches down to cup the other blue man’s dripping slit. The pads of his fingers lightly brush against Syx’s own, before finding and stroking the soaked opening with his nimble blue fingers.
Normally, we use different safe words, but colors is a nice universal language. [Wrist straps in hand, Wayne turns and pauses in a very stunned moment of shock and lust. That is so much hotter than his fantasies, even if Syx’s genitals currently don’t match any of his dreams. He moans at the sight and is so glad that he isn’t wearing pants anymore or they’d definitely be torn.]
[It takes him a moment to get his wits about him. He clears his throat loudly to get their attentions.] I thought Harrison wasn’t supposed to be touching.
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. Blinkinglet out a breathy chuckle though he was loath to stop, “Naughty boy we have here. It’s a good thing we have restraints.”
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