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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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[Syx manhandling Harrison like that is both hot and makes Wayne bristle. On one hand, Harrison is his and his instincts are to challenge Syx just on the basis of being a villain. On the other hand, the blue pair are hot together. On yet a third hand, there is that dominant attitude, which is attractive all on its own. The odds are definitely stacked against him, but that isn’t enough to make him enough to forget himself.]

Do I get an opinion on my being flustered? [When all else fails or you’re not sure what to do: banter and or sass.]

[He allows himself to be pulled closer and rests a hand on Harrison’s back. It’s somewhere between being supportive and still not being sure what to do with himself.]

Syx bit his lip and looked at the pair, One in his lap, the other close enough to touch now. Okay, they were definitely doing this now. Oh boy. Swallowing his nerves under bravado, he pursed his lips at the hero, “Considering that you’re already blushing I believe the answer is…. no.”

Clucking his tongue at Harrison, Syx sought the man’s wrists and drew them up over their heads and he rolled to push the other blue man back against the muscle wall of his husband’s chest. 

“You are a naughty boy, teasing us both so much,” Syx’s mouth moved to Harrison’s neck as he pressed the man’s hands against Wayne’s neck. His lips moving on the delicious blue skin, the villain continued, “We should turn the tides on you. Wouldn’t you like that, Wayne? Seeing those lavender cheeks?” heart hammering with nerves, Syx dared to drag a finger over the tendon of Wayne’s neck to punctuate his words. 

Harrison relaxes as soon as he’s pushed up against Wayne’s chest.  Those familiar muscles make him feel completely safe even as he’s simultaneously  aquiver with uncertainty.  The robe has fluttered to the floor in all their shifting around, leaving even more of his blue skin exposed.  All of it actually, save for what is plumping in his very tiny underwear.  His mate is warm and strong behind him, and he writhes against him when Syx’s mouth began to tease his neck.  

“You like me naughty,” he replies arrogantly, knowing its true for both men in different ways.  He flexes his hands, challenging Syx’s grip.  “And it takes a lot to make me blush.”

[It’s tempting to argue that there is a difference between flushed and flustered, but he holds his tongue. Sort of. Instead of making another quip, he sticks his tongue out at Syx briefly.]

[Wayne blinks as Harrison is pressed against him. This wasn’t quite what he would have guessed would happen to get him involved, but he is pleasantly surprised. He had assumed that Harrison would be the one to get him really involved, but this is so much better. He isn’t directly fighting for control nor is he being put into a situation where he has to figure out how to touch both men at once. It makes him think more of Syx in a few ways.]

It really does, but it’s always worth it. [Bringing his hands up, Wayne makes an offer to hold Harrison’s wrists clear. If they are going to make a scene of this, then that would make him the ‘rope’.]

Uh, I would suggest not touching much of my throat for your sake. [He doesn’t think that Syx would jump to anything so rough so quickly, but he is already nervous enough, the last thing any of them need is him flipping out over the man innocently petting his neck.]

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. 

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Syx’s own nerves about the exact dynamic of how this was going to play out were running high especially as Wayne’s interest became glaringly obvious. As the hero stood, Syx, breathing hard, shifted his grip down to Harrison’s hips. Taking a firm hold he pulled the blue man firmly into his lap and growled, “Just look what you’ve gone and done, he’s all flustered,” he nipped Harrison’s earlobe and smacked his ass, “Go be a good boy and apologize.”

He still wasn’t sure if how he was playing this was quite right, but being in charge of what was happening was by far his comfort zone and it was more in keeping with what had been previously established between the two men and Syx desperately needed that with all the new that was suddenly being thrust at him. New was exciting but also anxiety-inducing. Glancing up at Wayne, to gauge the man’s reaction, Syx squeezed Harrison’s pert little ass as he pulled the man close., ever much enjoying the contact. 

Harrison did not miss that whine coming from his mate, no not in the slightest.  Fuck.  If Wayne kept that up, then he was going to have trouble fitting into these tight little purple undies.  

But before he can respond, Syx has pulled him into his lap and ooh god, teeth were on his earlobe!  He gasps and bites his lower lip, holding back a moan.  Saucy little villain!  He rolls his shoulders, letting the feather light silk robe slip off his shoulders to expose more blue skin.  “But I like him flustered,” he pouts, turning to look at Syx.  “He’s cute when he’s flustered.”

Then he reaches out for his mate, tugging Wayne closer, resisting the urge to grind his ass back into Syx’s hands and possibly more.  Right now he wants his mate’s hands on him as much as he wants Syx’s.  

[Syx manhandling Harrison like that is both hot and makes Wayne bristle. On one hand, Harrison is his and his instincts are to challenge Syx just on the basis of being a villain. On the other hand, the blue pair are hot together. On yet a third hand, there is that dominant attitude, which is attractive all on its own. The odds are definitely stacked against him, but that isn’t enough to make him enough to forget himself.]

Do I get an opinion on my being flustered? [When all else fails or you’re not sure what to do: banter and or sass.]

[He allows himself to be pulled closer and rests a hand on Harrison’s back. It’s somewhere between being supportive and still not being sure what to do with himself.]

Syx bit his lip and looked at the pair, One in his lap, the other close enough to touch now. Okay, they were definitely doing this now. Oh boy. Swallowing his nerves under bravado, he pursed his lips at the hero, “Considering that you’re already blushing I believe the answer is…. no.”

Clucking his tongue at Harrison, Syx sought the man’s wrists and drew them up over their heads and he rolled to push the other blue man back against the muscle wall of his husband’s chest. 

“You are a naughty boy, teasing us both so much,” Syx’s mouth moved to Harrison’s neck as he pressed the man’s hands against Wayne’s neck. His lips moving on the delicious blue skin, the villain continued, “We should turn the tides on you. Wouldn’t you like that, Wayne? Seeing those lavender cheeks?” heart hammering with nerves, Syx dared to drag a finger over the tendon of Wayne’s neck to punctuate his words. 

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

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

Harrison smiles softly into Syx’s neck.  He can feel Wayne’s nerves through their link, and oh that blush.  God, it doesn’t matter what they are doing.  There is nothing on earth as beautiful as that blush.  He nuzzles Syx’s neck greedily, enjoying the other man’s hands on his neck.  They’re slim and warm, the rough skin and calluses caressing his sensitive skin.  He’s silently glad Syx shares his impatience; Harrison has never been good at waiting for what he wants. Its nice to know he’s not alone in that desire to rush headlong into his passions.

“We don’t have to jump into anything.  But I don’t see anything wrong with dipping a toe in the water,” he says huskily, soft blue lips ghosting on the taut tendons under Syx’s delectable blue skin as he works his way up to the other blue man’s ear.  He didn’t have any plan other than just seeing how both of them would respond…. but now that he’s started, well, he certainly doesn’t see any reason to stop.

“You take as long as you need for that yes to sink in baby,” he says with a smirk to his husband as his nose brushes Syx’s earlobe teasingly.  He’s happy to put on a little show while his mate gets accustomed to the sight.  

[He is all too apt to jumping into things headlong as well, but not everything and jumping into bed with another villain takes some consideration. The very enticing image of two blue men is definitely something to consider heavily as well. Humming, Wayne does his best to cover up the needy note of a whine that slips out. Okay, so he’s not doing so well at hiding his interest. But it’s only when he misses his pancake on the next try, that he has to face the fact that the display is just a little too distracting.]

[Setting down his fork ever so gently, Wayne watches the pair for a moment longer before letting himself drift towards them. He’s not quite sure what to do with himself or them once he is within reach, though.]

Syx’s own nerves about the exact dynamic of how this was going to play out were running high especially as Wayne’s interest became glaringly obvious. As the hero stood, Syx, breathing hard, shifted his grip down to Harrison’s hips. Taking a firm hold he pulled the blue man firmly into his lap and growled, “Just look what you’ve gone and done, he’s all flustered,” he nipped Harrison’s earlobe and smacked his ass, “Go be a good boy and appologize.”

He still wasn’t sure if how he was playing this was quite right, but being in charge of what was happening was by far his comfort zone and it was more in keeping with what had been previously established between the two men and Syx desperately needed that with all the new that was suddenly being thrust at him. New was exciting but also anxiety-inducing. Glancing up at Wayne, to gauge the man’s reaction, Syx squeezed Harrison’s pert little ass as he pulled the man close., ever much enjoying the contact.