That guy who went around painting dicks over potholes so they would be considered obscene and the local govt would have to fill them in did a better job of impacting the world in a positive light than banksy ever did, or ever will
Eyes widening slightly, Syx sucked in a breath. That was a thought worthy of weak knees. God, he’d never be able to fit back in these tight pants with his tentacle out… but god damn would that be worth it as long as the place they parked was private enough to slip from car to house. Biting his lip, the villain nodded.
Shifting to a more smug look, he boasted, “I don’t sweat. It’s how I can live in leather all year round,” cupping Harrison’s cheeks, he purred, “You have a deal, you naughty tempting boy.”
“Mmmmmm,” Harrison purred in pleased agreement. He wasn’t paying much attention to what was going on outside of the car, but it hadn’t been far to the restaurant. They must be close.
“Well I work up a pretty little sheen when I engage in vigorous physical activity. You’ll just have to see how worked up you can get me.” He waggles his eyebrows at his companion in a final challenge. “Seal the deal with a kiss?”
“Oh ho ho,” Syx chuckled, “Are you challenging the devilishly handsome Megamind?” he waggled his brows in return and cupping Harrison’s cheeks he leaned in until his breath ghosted over the other’s lips, “Accepted.”
Kissing the other softly, he let his lips linger and his tongue slid against Harrison’s lips before pulling back, “Starting now.”
The change in motion of the car made him look around as his body shifted. He peered out the window in curiosity.
“Mmhmm,” Syx hummed with a shit eating grin at Harrison’s reaction, “A special surprise. What’s a date without some fun little surprises?”
He reached out and ran a finger under Harrison’s lips, “And what do I win?”
Harrison waggles his eyebrows playfully at his date. He so wants to take Syx’s finger into his mouth and suck it while the other man watches…. but he’s not going to lose this bet so easily.
“You spoil me,” he responds coyly, biting his lower lip with excitement. “Lets see…. How about if you win, I go down on you in the car ride home? After we’ve danced ourselves all hot and sweaty. I know you’ll be dripping wet for me,” he replied with brash blue confidence.
Eyes widening slightly, Syx sucked in a breath. That was a thought worthy of weak knees. God, he’d never be able to fit back in these tight pants with his tentacle out… but god damn would that be worth it as long as the place they parked was private enough to slip from car to house. Biting his lip, the villain nodded.
Shifting to a more smug look, he boasted, “I don’t sweat. It’s how I can live in leather all year round,” cupping Harrison’s cheeks, he purred, “You have a deal, you naughty tempting boy.”
Trying to psych himself back up, Syx looked around to bedroom and spied what Wayne had pointed out. Biting his lip, he crossed the room and ran a finger over the mounts. Looking back over his shoulder, he nodded, “Handy.”
He wondered who was in the harness more often, from what Harrison had told him in bits and pieces, he guessed it was more often used on the hero.
Cocking a hip, he grinned as he took the opportunity to get a good view of Harrison in Wayne’s grip, “Let’s get this beautiful little captive in his restraints then,” he bit his lip, nervous and excited as noticed the bulge, “And you out of those jeans. That can’t be comfortable.”
His own hand smoothed down is hip as his stomach fluttered. He felt so sensitive as he shifted his stance, eager for the start of touching and exploration and just as cautious about this happening with new people, especially as the one he was partially familiar with was nearly out of commission with lustful submission.
Even in his lusty haze, Harrison is well aware of being scooped into Wayne’s arms. Instinctively he curls into his mate’s chest, as he has a hundred times before. Wayne’s great big arms always make him feel delicate and small, and in his submissive state, he relishes that feeling more than usual. The familiar gesture and smell of his mate helps to ground him amid the scent of runaway blue lust, and he searches Wayne’s face for….. something. Part of him is well aware that this is a big new experience for his bashful boy, and he takes advantage of his free hand to rest it over Wayne’s heart.
“Is… is this okay?” he asks Wayne as they enter the bedroom. He is loving every second, but he doesn’t want to push his mate too far. “Colors if you’re not okay?”
[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.
Syx licked his lips nervously, okay, this was really happening. He nodded, trying to not spend too much time thinking about what was about to happen. Harrison knew quite a few of his limits from their texting. He’d been with a Wayne before and it was expected for him to be in a dominant position in this relationship. It was okay. This was okay.
Stepping back, Syx let his hands slid off of Harrison and rubbed them against his own thighs. A nervous gesture as he tried to keep himself in the right headspace. Licking his lips again, Syx closed his eyes and shimmied out of his damp panties. He wasn’t going to be needing them anyway. In full naked glory, he kept his chin up and turned back toward the bedroom he’d slept in that night.
“Sounds good to me,” he crooked a finger at Wayne so that the man would hopefully just carry Harrison along with. His heart hammered with excitement and nerves. He looked back over his shoulder, hips cocked as he bit his lip, “From what Harrison has told me I expect we’ll find something fun to use.”
As soon as those panties drop, Harrison longs to drop with them. He needs to find out if the other blue man tastes as good as he smells. He wants to be on the floor – on his knees – his face buried in that slit. He wants to eat Syx out until his tentacle fills his mouth and then explore the very best way to suck him off. Instinctively he leans, trying to get closer, but Wayne’s grip on his wrists is too perfect for him to break away. Instead he can only whine. The discussion of a venue change barely registers.
[It’s good to see that he’s not the only one that’s nervous. It does make him wonder where all of that dominant confidence went, though. Before he can get too far into questioning how much of that has been an act, Harrison’s spike of lust hits him like a punch in the gut. Wayne has to take a moment to clear his mind.]
[He scoops Harrison into his arms since it’s quite doubtful that his mate is up for navigating to the bedroom and begin following Syx.] I don’t know if you noticed while you were in there before, but the rig attached to the wall above the bed is for adjustable restraints, if you would prefer.
Trying to psych himself back up, Syx looked around to bedroom and spied what Wayne had pointed out. Biting his lip, he crossed the room and ran a finger over the mounts. Looking back over his shoulder, he nodded, “Handy.”
He wondered who was in the harness more often, from what Harrison had told him in bits and pieces, he guessed it was more often used on the hero.
Cocking a hip, he grinned as he took the opportunity to get a good view of Harrison in Wayne’s grip, “Let’s get this beautiful little captive in his restraints then,” he bit his lip, nervous and excited as noticed the bulge, “And you out of those jeans. That can’t be comfortable.”
His own hand smoothed down is hip as his stomach fluttered. He felt so sensitive as he shifted his stance, eager for the start of touching and exploration and just as cautious about this happening with new people, especially as the one he was partially familiar with was nearly out of commission with lustful submission.
While their previous encounters had hinted at this, it was still a shock to Syx just how quickly and strongly he was getting worked up. Blue lust feeding off each other was so different than with his other partners. Normally to get him this worked up, he’d need to be the one being touched.
Moving his lips to that lovely exposed neck, Syx kissed it before biting and sucking on the skin. Running his tongue over the sensitive areas as before biting firmly once more. Teasing the flesh in his mouth as he ran his hands over Harrison’s sides.
Pulling back his eyes were drawn up to the husband, he could smell the arousal, though it was faint and nearly overpowered by Harrison, in his senses. Sys ran a finger down Harrison’s neck and asked, “Enjoying the show?” he bit his lip, “We could move this somewhere… where the view could be better for everyone.”
This wasn’t his house. New situation, uncharted territory. His nerves were beyond high, but he was also nearly painfully aroused and his tentacle was definitely swollen and ready to come out. This was either going to be hot as fuck or awkward as hell. He really hoped the former.
Every kiss, every nip, and every nibble pulls a new sound from Harrison’s mouth. Sometimes its a moan, others are more like whines as teeth find his sensitive tendons or gasps as he strains against Wayne’s grip for more. His mate hadn’t destroyed his jeans yet, but there was still plenty of time.
After all, the show has only just begun. Harrison has always relished being the center of attention, but being sandwiched between these two irresistible men is even better. His exhibitionist nature is fully on display with each arch of his back, each sound, each strain against Wayne’s grip. It brings back memories of showing off in BDSM clubs in Berlin or giving head in corners of the prison where he could be caught at any moment. He doesn’t just want to writhe under their control, he wants them to watch him doing it and he can feel their gaze as much as any touch.
Between Syx and his own pre, his panties are dripping wet and filled to the brim. Harrison whines, wanting them gone, longing for them to be lustily ripped off by either of his companions. After all, he’s all theirs now. They can take him anywhere they like – the bed, the sofa, or just throw him down on the floor. Any where and any way, he’s giving himself over completely.
[Wayne hesitates at the suggestion. He knows himself well enough to know that there is a good chance that moving with give him an opportunity to overthink the situation and second guess everything. What causes him to nod in agreement is the knowledge that messing around on the kitchen stool is guaranteed to result in injury and/or embarrassment, neither option being more appealing than just moving elsewhere.] How about the bedroom? Most of our… supplies are there.
[Normally, he’d double check with Harrison, but it seems like his mate has slipped into a rare submissive headspace. Which likely means that he’ll have to referee since his partner doesn’t seem to be there enough to be able to clarify limits. It’s not exactly an ideal situation for their first time as a threesome, but part of the point of their arrangement was to teach him to get used to being in a more dominant position, so why not start here?]
Syx licked his lips nervously, okay, this was really happening. He nodded, trying to not spend too much time thinking about what was about to happen. Harrison knew quite a few of his limits from their texting. He’d been with a Wayne before and it was expected for him to be in a dominant position in this relationship. It was okay. This was okay.
Stepping back, Syx let his hands slid off of Harrison and rubbed them against his own thighs. A nervous gesture as he tried to keep himself in the right headspace. Licking his lips again, Syx closed his eyes and shimmied out of his damp panties. He wasn’t going to be needing them anyway. In full naked glory, he kept his chin up and turned back toward the bedroom he’d slept in that night.
“Sounds good to me,” he crooked a finger at Wayne so that the man would hopefully just carry Harrison along with. His heart hammered with excitement and nerves. He looked back over his shoulder, hips cocked as he bit his lip, “From what Harrison has told me I expect we’ll find something fun to use.”
Harrison lets out a loud moan as Wayne’s cock rubs up against his ass just as Syx starts his work on his neck. Without thinking, he tilts his neck, giving the other blue man more access. He’s grinding his own dick against Syx and oh god, whatever was soaking his underwear was soaking through his too. And that smell! God it was like nothing he’d ever smelled before! Combined with the feelings of curiosity and arousal he was getting from the man in front of him, they were driving him wild!
Harrison strained against Wayne’s grip with a whine, wishing he had his hands free to dig his nails into Syx’s bare shoulders or reach back to free Wayne’s cock. But his husband’s grip is too firm. Instead he pouts in frustration.
“Do your worst, you villain,” he responds to Syx, trying to grind even more of his cock against what is wet and smells so so good. He’s not even noticing the scars. Or that his mate is the only one still dressed.
[Syx’s scars aren’t particularly shocking or even really eye-catching. Sure, Wayne would like to know the story behind a couple of them, but they definitely aren’t enough to distract from everything else that’s going on. Syx’s scent is more distracting that the scars, mostly because it very much applies to the current situation rather than any knee-jerk reaction to it.]
[He smiles as Harrison fights his easy hold. The man would have a much easier time breaking rope restraint than his grip and they all know it, which is part of the point.]
[The smile shifts into a crooked grin as his mate eggs Syx on. Considering the costumes that he and Harrison have tucked away, the three of them could create some very interesting and hot roleplays, even if they would be a tad meta considering that two of the people involved play the Game. Assuming that this time doesn’t go all wrong, they could definitely have some real fun together.]
[His jeans begin to become quite strained between the thoughts in his head and Harrison’s rising lust, also because of the ever so hot show before him. Despite having been with a woman previously and having heard tails of Sheldon’s sex life, Wayne wasn’t expecting the sheer volume of moisture that Syx was producing. It spoke of how turned on the man is and also just seems useful considering how things were probably going to go. He’s certainly hoping to put that to… practical use.]
While their previous encounters had hinted at this, it was still a shock to Syx just how quickly and strongly he was getting worked up. Blue lust feeding off each other was so different than with his other partners. Normally to get him this worked up, he’d need to be the one being touched.
Moving his lips to that lovely exposed neck, Syx kissed it before biting and sucking on the skin. Running his tongue over the sensitive areas as before biting firmly once more. Teasing the flesh in his mouth as he ran his hands over Harrison’s sides.
Pulling back his eyes were drawn up to the husband, he could smell the arousal, though it was faint and nearly overpowered by Harrison, in his senses. Sys ran a finger down Harrison’s neck and asked, “Enjoying the show?” he bit his lip, “We could move this somewhere… where the view could be better for everyone.”
This wasn’t his house. New situation, uncharted territory. His nerves were beyond high, but he was also nearly painfully aroused and his tentacle was definitely swollen and ready to come out. This was either going to be hot as fuck or awkward as hell. He really hoped the former.
Syx easily moved to let Wayne hold Harrison’s wrists. Nipping the blue man’s ear again, he quipped, “And naughty boys get punished.”
With his hands now free, he smacked Harrison’s ass and moved to make sure those long blue legs were wrapped around him. The sight of all that blue skin was beyond gorgeous.
Wayne’s comment drew Syx’s eyes back up from the tantalizing bulge in Harrison’s underwear. Locking eyes with the hero, his mouth dropped into a little ‘o’. He easily picked up on the similar reactions he had when someone got close to setting off one of his own triggers. Giving the man, a nod of understanding, he mentally wrote the man’s neck off as off limits to him. He would abide by those rules strictly.
Seeing as that rule must only apply to him, he gave a push on Harrison’s arm for the other to do the small teasing touches he couldn’t and refocused elsewhere as he sought to stay in character, he could ask question later when there wasn’t a needy blue man in his lap, “I’m always up for the challenge. Especially when the prize is so delightful.”
As Syx bent down to lick his way over Harrison’s chest, he used his hold on those thin hips to angle Harrison’s ass toward’s Wayne. He wanted every moment of this to be about Harrison with the man in the middle. He knew and trusted Harrison. Wayne knew and trusted Harrison. It could work this way.
Wayne’s hands, usually so gentle and loving, wrapping around his thin wrists? Holy hell, that was hot. He was frankly shocked that his mate was going along with this so easily. He’d expected it would take a lot more to get his flustered boy involved in BDSM activities with a near stranger. But pressed like this between two gorgeous men is not something Harrison is going to question right now. His mate seems pleased, so he is going to run with it.
It didn’t take much prompting for him to wrap his long blue legs around Syx’s waist. He pulled the other man closer, his cock filling his little purple undies to the brim and now pressed deliciously against Syx. For some reason he’s nudging Harrison’s arm, but Harrison is still careful not to touch Wayne’s neck. He probably could, but when his lover is anxious, Harrison figures Wayne is more likely to find that touch upsetting rather than erotic.
Instead Harrison deliberately balls his hands into fists so he won’t ruin the fragile moment. Instead Harrison lets Syx lick and pose him, letting out soft wanting sighs. Instead he is unable to resist wriggling his barely-covered blue ass against his man’s pants. He wants Wayne to get as hard as he is right now.
[Wayne might not be quite as hard as Harrison, but that definitely doesn’t mean that there isn’t a firm bulge pressed against his husband’s rear. Then again, he’s also not the one sandwiched between two interested men and getting mental feedback from both of said men. It’s kind of hard to keep up with that. He’d have already torn his jeans if it were him in that position.]
[It’s appreciated that Syx takes him at his word and doesn’t press the issue of touching his neck. It wins the man a few more points in his book. That Harrison is being so careful about it as well is a tad surprising, but not exactly unwelcome. He knows that he can tell the difference between who is touching him and who is not, so he wouldn’t be nearly as bothered by Harrison touching his throat, but it’s still best to just not right about now. And he makes sure his mate can feel how thankful he is through their bond.]
[Grinding his erection into his partner’s ass lightly enough not to jostle Harrison around too much, Wayne takes in the beautiful view of Syx and his mate. He’s tall enough not to have his view obstructed much.]
Glancing up, Syx noticed Harrison’s fists, oh… so the no neck was a universal rule. That was more surprising. He wondered what could have an invulnerable man so scared about his neck. Even Syx was okay with Anna touching his wrists now and even getting held down by her as long as the mood was right. Huh. Questions for when he wasn’t swelling in his sheath, however.
Accepting that for what it was, he was somewhat worried about how it would be appropriate to touch Wayne if it came up. Well… Harrison in the middle would just have to stay. Not that he was complaining. Not with that erection pressing into him.
Smoothing his hands up and down Harrison’s sides, Syx leaned back enough to shed his own robe, leaving himself nearly bare. Robe dropping to the ground, he leaned in and took a hold of Harrison’s thin neck with his teeth and sucked lightly. Kissing the spot when he let go, he murmured, “I should cover you in marks. I knooooow you’d love that, you naughty boy.”
Squeezing Harrison’s hips again and grinding against his erection, Syx’s own undies were soaked through at this point. The scent of his arousal in the air with the release of pheromones. He glanced up at Wayne again, to both check the reaction to what he’d said and if the hero had any comment about the array of scars Syx had just revealed. Harrison at least was already aware of the scars from last night.
The scars were thin things mostly, especially those on his back. From past fights, burns, knives, and gunshots. A few were from only a few months ago. If Wayne had caught sight of them, the only odd ones were the thick ugly scars crossing both inner wrists that were very old and a very surgical looking old scar on his stomach.
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