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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.

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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?❞

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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.”

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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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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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[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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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.

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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.

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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.”

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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.