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Syx fell into Harrison’s arms, relaxing with a soft sigh before leaning in and nipping at the other man’s ear and kissing his cheek, “Why hello.”

Syx reddened further, his cheeks turning a deeper rose. Chewing on his lower lip as he looked at Harrison through his lashes. With a twisted sense of mangled logic, he could readily admit that Harrison was beautiful, knew they were nearly identical in most ways. Knew that Wayne considered him beautiful, and Anna too. Yet still… it was hard to internalize. Getting easier though.

Squeezing Harrison’s hand he leaned his forehead against his… his lover… that would be okay to claim, and sighed happily.

“I’m looking forward to that. To knowing how you smell and taste and feel when you fall apart,” letting out another nervous chuckle, “I do hope that cuddling like this will be an option afterward whether it was hard or soft,” he always needed this, craved this. To be wrapped up in his lover’s arms, soft and vulnerable after.

“Always,” Harrison replied emphatically. He’s always been a big fan of aftercare, both giving and receiving. It helps ground him after a scene and frankly leaves him less likely to freak out over whatever they had just done.

“I can never get enough cuddles,” he confessed. “I’m greedy like that.” And with that he grinned wide and playful. “Here, move,” he instructed, wiggling the pair of them around until Syx is sitting next to him instead of straddling him. Less sexy, but it makes it easier for Harrison to wrap his long blue arms around the other blue man and pull his head to his shoulder. Resting it there, he lets out a soft happy hum. Somehow this seems better to him, less sexual and more like when he cuddles on the couch with Wayne. Intimate not erotic.

This was good. Syx settled into Harrison’s side, looping his arm around the other man’s middle in return. Nuzzling into Harrison’s neck and pressing a kiss to it. Seeing the mark he made earlier, he kissed his lover’s neck again with a happy hum.

“Mine,” he claimed simply, a fact he was certain of despite all the other uncertainties in their relationship. Comfortable and relaxed like this.

Harrison let out a happy hum as Syx snuggled into his side. Perfect.

He’s not entirely sure how he feels about being claimed by Syx. It’s certainly not bad to be wanted, though usually he’s the one to do the claiming, not the object to be possessed. And he didn’t know how Wayne would feel about it.

“Then you’re mine too,” he decided, tightening his grip. “My sweet villain.”

“Yours,” the words fall off Syx’s lips without a thought. He craved more skin contact, fingers itching to pull away their layers of clothing just to press his hands against more blue skin. This was still good however, just being snuggled against Harrison.

To claim and be claimed, it sent a thrill through him. Content, he sighed, “I’m yours,” he felt no issues with the fact they were both already claimed, that the claims were in no way mutually exclusive, “and your mine.”

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Syx fell into Harrison’s arms, relaxing with a soft sigh before leaning in and nipping at the other man’s ear and kissing his cheek, “Why hello.”

Syx reddened further, his cheeks turning a deeper rose. Chewing on his lower lip as he looked at Harrison through his lashes. With a twisted sense of mangled logic, he could readily admit that Harrison was beautiful, knew they were nearly identical in most ways. Knew that Wayne considered him beautiful, and Anna too. Yet still… it was hard to internalize. Getting easier though.

Squeezing Harrison’s hand he leaned his forehead against his… his lover… that would be okay to claim, and sighed happily.

“I’m looking forward to that. To knowing how you smell and taste and feel when you fall apart,” letting out another nervous chuckle, “I do hope that cuddling like this will be an option afterward whether it was hard or soft,” he always needed this, craved this. To be wrapped up in his lover’s arms, soft and vulnerable after.

“Always,” Harrison replied emphatically. He’s always been a big fan of aftercare, both giving and receiving. It helps ground him after a scene and frankly leaves him less likely to freak out over whatever they had just done.

“I can never get enough cuddles,” he confessed. “I’m greedy like that.” And with that he grinned wide and playful. “Here, move,” he instructed, wiggling the pair of them around until Syx is sitting next to him instead of straddling him. Less sexy, but it makes it easier for Harrison to wrap his long blue arms around the other blue man and pull his head to his shoulder. Resting it there, he lets out a soft happy hum. Somehow this seems better to him, less sexual and more like when he cuddles on the couch with Wayne. Intimate not erotic.

This was good. Syx settled into Harrison’s side, looping his arm around the other man’s middle in return. Nuzzling into Harrison’s neck and pressing a kiss to it. Seeing the mark he made earlier, he kissed his lover’s neck again with a happy hum.

“Mine,” he claimed simply, a fact he was certain of despite all the other uncertainties in their relationship. Comfortable and relaxed like this.

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Syx fell into Harrison’s arms, relaxing with a soft sigh before leaning in and nipping at the other man’s ear and kissing his cheek, “Why hello.”

Syx leaned into the touch, eyes closed. He brought his own hand up to cover Harrison’s, it was complicated yes, but so right. They might both have their own loves. Harrison mated and with a child. This was too special not to explore. Needing few words to understand the emotions of the other, easier than with Wayne or Anna or anyone else Syx had ever been close to.

He let out a soft laugh, “It’s stupid and illogical. Harder than it should have to be, harder than I wish it was,” his anxieties always getting in the way.

There always lingered the fear that his lover might run out of patiences for him. Might reject him for say no or resisting too much. There were so few he’d ever even let get that close and he couldn’t picture any of them treating him like that… yet the fear lingered. Coupled on top of the scars of his past it made his wants so difficult to achieve.

“The desire is there,” Syx gave him a delicate smile, “the challenge is getting mind and body on the same page as the heart,” threading his fingers with Harrison’s he added, “I want this too. Us like this,” kissing each knuckle. To have a real relationship and not just a game, “Both is good.”

Syx’s words might not be making linear sense, but Harrison doesn’t really need them. His future lover is pleased, somewhat anxious, and then feels guilty for being anxious. Those are all emotions Harrison can easily understand. Especially when Syx links their fingers, blue woven in with blue. God, Harrison never tires of the sight. The knuckle kisses elicit a half-lidded smile from the businessman to the vulnerable villain in his lap. It seems that Syx is of the same mind, wanting something more than just sex games.

“I bet you’ll be beautiful when it happens,” Harrison blurts out, picturing it so clearly. “On your back or riding me. I want to see your smiling face when I make you cum all around me.” The words may be dirty, but he isn’t trying to tease. He’s actually being quite sweet.

Syx reddened further, his cheeks turning a deeper rose. Chewing on his lower lip as he looked at Harrison through his lashes. With a twisted sense of mangled logic, he could readily admit that Harrison was beautiful, knew they were nearly identical in most ways. Knew that Wayne considered him beautiful, and Anna too. Yet still… it was hard to internalize. Getting easier though.

Squeezing Harrison’s hand he leaned his forehead against his… his lover… that would be okay to claim, and sighed happily.

“I’m looking forward to that. To knowing how you smell and taste and feel when you fall apart,” letting out another nervous chuckle, “I do hope that cuddling like this will be an option afterward whether it was hard or soft,” he always needed this, craved this. To be wrapped up in his lover’s arms, soft and vulnerable after.

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Syx fell into Harrison’s arms, relaxing with a soft sigh before leaning in and nipping at the other man’s ear and kissing his cheek, “Why hello.”

Nodding, Syx slid his hands down Harrison’s sides, “Still… it gives me options I didn’t have before.”

Resting his forehead on Harrison’s, rubbing in the way that brought a wonderful peace to him, Syx shifted back enough that he wasn’t pressed against his l- against Harrison’s dick. He still wasn’t even sure what to think of the man as. Feeling comfortable and safe enough in this man’s lap though, Syx found enough will to explain, “I don’t know how compatible my genetics are with other species. And even if it wasn’t… viable… I don’t… wouldn’t want to…” he took a deep breath and regrouped, “But out of anyone I would consider allowing to fuck me, blue would be the most… risk.”

Even with the difference between a true mammal and a monotreme it could still be possible for Harrison to impregnate him. It wasn’t a risk he wanted to take, though at least here condoms were an option where they weren’t with Wayne’s size.

“But I think I would. Want you that is,” it frustrated him how just talking about having anal done on him could turn him into a mess of blushing nerves, unable to find the words he wanted. He pressed a light kiss to Harrison’s lips, hoping it could say what he couldn’t.

Harrison nodded along with what Syx was saying and returned the forehead rubs. He totally understood, and he believed all the blue people with that anatomy should be able to make that choice for themselves. Thank the gods he’d never been able to get pregnant off a one night stand or he would have a dozen hybrid children by now. Just going through it the once with Ramona was bad enough.

However it wasn’t until Syx got to the end that Harrison realized what the blue man in his lap was really saying. He bit his lower lip and thought carefully about his next words, not wanting to add any more trauma to what was clearly a complicated subject. Still the brush of nerves and soft blush goes straight to his heart.

“I know you said there would need to be a lot of trust,” he said slowly as their lips part. He reaches up to cup Syx’s blushing cheek in one hand and stroke it softly with his thumb. “And I know we’re still building that. Not just in a dom sub game of villain and captive, but like this. Just you Syx and me Harrison. We would need to work out some logistics….. but it would be my genuine pleasure – no, honor – to be the person who gets to have you like that. When you’re ready.”

Syx leaned into the touch, eyes closed. He brought his own hand up to cover Harrison’s, it was complicated yes, but so right. They might both have their own loves. Harrison mated and with a child. This was too special not to explore. Needing few words to understand the emotions of the other, easier than with Wayne or Anna or anyone else Syx had ever been close to.

He let out a soft laugh, “It’s stupid and illogical. Harder than it should have to be, harder than I wish it was,” his anxieties always getting in the way.

There always lingered the fear that his lover might run out of patients for him. Might reject him for say no or resisting too much. There were so few he’d ever even let get that close and he couldn’t picture any of them treating him like that… yet the fear lingered. Coupled on top of the scars of his past it made his wants so difficult to achieve.

“The desire is there,” Syx gave him a delicate smile, “the challenge is getting mind and body on the same page as the heart,” threading his fingers with Harrison’s he added, “I want this too. Us like this,” kissing each knuckle. To have a real relationship and not just a game, “Both is good.”

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Syx fell into Harrison’s arms, relaxing with a soft sigh before leaning in and nipping at the other man’s ear and kissing his cheek, “Why hello.”

God, those kisses. Harrison could feel the need behind those kisses, and it wasn’t just a need to get off. It was a need to touch, to want, to love and be loved. And he returns them with just as much desire and just as much apprehension. He has no idea where this bond is taking them, and he alternates between eager curiosity to push the boundaries further with this enchanting blue man, and terror that he’s going to somehow fuck up his marriage to the man he loves more than anything.

Sensing Syx’s apprehension, he shifts slightly on the sofa, leaning back and stretching his arms along the back of the couch. He wants to give his blue companion a little space so his erection isn’t pressed teasingly against his slit.

“So I’ve been working on something with Sheldon,” Harrison starts, purposely changing the subject. “It’s still in the experimental stage, but I thought it might be of interest to you. It’s essentially a form of birth control, or well, egg control, for your monotremetype anatomy. It’s a silicone plug that blocks the duct leading to his egg chamber. That way he can still do anal with his Wayne and not have to lay an egg every couple of weeks.” Harrison looks up at Syx, choosing his next words carefully. “It doesn’t come with any strings or pressure; I’m not telling you so I can fuck you. I just think you should have that choice if you want to be laying eggs or not if you’re getting fucked, if its by your Wayne or your other lovers….”

Syx leaned back with a curious tip of his head as Harrison changed topics, his mouth falling open as the birth control was explained. Eyes wide with delight, he felt speechless. It solved so many of the issues that had been plaguing him with his love life. The fear of growing an egg always lingering, the fear of reliving those painful memories.

His lips crashed against Harrison’s, claiming them with a hungry greed. Mellowing into a loving whimper as he ground on the blue man’s erection once more, “Oh I think that might just be an option,” his voice barely a whisper, rosy blush covering his cheeks, “And that… that would be exceptionally wonderful.”

Harrison smiled into the enthusiastic kiss. Oh Syx might be a dom and a villain, but it was that soft sweet center that kept Harrison coming back for more.

“Easy tiger,” he chuckled, steadying his hands on Syx’s slim hips. “It’s experimental as fuck. We have a medical silicone polymer ready to go and it can be dissolved with a localized shot for removal. But it’s still untested in the field.” Basically the science was sound, but the blue man didn’t know if vigorous anal sex would dislodge or otherwise compromise the device. And there was always a risk of infection….

Nodding, Syx slid his hands down Harrison’s sides, “Still… it gives me options I didn’t have before.”

Resting his forehead on Harrison’s, rubbing in the way that brought a wonderful peace to him, Syx shifted back enough that he wasn’t pressed against his l- against Harrison’s dick. He still wasn’t even sure what to think of the man as. Feeling comfortable and safe enough in this man’s lap though, Syx found enough will to explain, “I don’t know how compatible my genetics are with other species. And even if it wasn’t… viable… I don’t… wouldn’t want to…” he took a deep breath and regrouped, “But out of anyone I would consider allowing to fuck me, blue would be the most… risk.”

Even with the difference between a true mammal and a monotreme it could still be possible for Harrison to impregnate him. It wasn’t a risk he wanted to take, though at least here condoms were an option where they weren’t with Wayne’s size.

“But I think I would. Want you that is,” it frustrated him how just talking about having anal done on him could turn him into a mess of blushing nerves, unable to find the words he wanted. He pressed a light kiss to Harrison’s lips, hoping it could say what he couldn’t.

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Syx fell into Harrison’s arms, relaxing with a soft sigh before leaning in and nipping at the other man’s ear and kissing his cheek, “Why hello.”

God, those kisses. Harrison could feel the need behind those kisses, and it wasn’t just a need to get off. It was a need to touch, to want, to love and be loved. And he returns them with just as much desire and just as much apprehension. He has no idea where this bond is taking them, and he alternates between eager curiosity to push the boundaries further with this enchanting blue man, and terror that he’s going to somehow fuck up his marriage to the man he loves more than anything.

Sensing Syx’s apprehension, he shifts slightly on the sofa, leaning back and stretching his arms along the back of the couch. He wants to give his blue companion a little space so his erection isn’t pressed teasingly against his slit.

“So I’ve been working on something with Sheldon,” Harrison starts, purposely changing the subject. “It’s still in the experimental stage, but I thought it might be of interest to you. It’s essentially a form of birth control, or well, egg control, for your monotremetype anatomy. It’s a silicone plug that blocks the duct leading to his egg chamber. That way he can still do anal with his Wayne and not have to lay an egg every couple of weeks.” Harrison looks up at Syx, choosing his next words carefully. “It doesn’t come with any strings or pressure; I’m not telling you so I can fuck you. I just think you should have that choice if you want to be laying eggs or not if you’re getting fucked, if its by your Wayne or your other lovers….”

Syx leaned back with a curious tip of his head as Harrison changed topics, his mouth falling open as the birth control was explained. Eyes wide with delight, he felt speechless. It solved so many of the issues that had been plaguing him with his love life. The fear of growing an egg always lingering, the fear of reliving those painful memories.

His lips crashed against Harrison’s, claiming them with a hungry greed. Mellowing into a loving whimper as he ground on the blue man’s erection once more, “Oh I think that might just be an option,” his voice barely a whisper, rosy blush covering his cheeks, “And that… that would be exceptionally wonderful.”

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Syx fell into Harrison’s arms, relaxing with a soft sigh before leaning in and nipping at the other man’s ear and kissing his cheek, “Why hello.”

Satisfied his the mark he’d left, Syx kissed it softly, “Such a naughty boy you are.”

His breath was harsh against the damp skin as he tried to control himself. He knew the limits they must abide by, but it was so terribly hard, with this wonderful man in his arms, to remember why. Swallowing he pleaded, “Don’t push me.”

It would be too easy to forget why he couldn’t have him.

Harrison whimpers softly. He likes to be a naughty boy, but even more he likes to prove how good he can be. And it takes all of his self control not to palm his cock or grope Syx’s perfect little round ass.

Instead he leans his forehead to Syx’s and rubs them together gently. They might not be able to go any further sexually, but his attachment to the blue villain is more than just physical. There is such intense intimacy between them and it’s all happened in such a short time. Right now, Harrison wants that as much as he wants relief for his aching cock.

“I’ll do my best to be good,” he promises, acknowledging the pleading tone he can hear in the other man’s voice. “For you.”

Syx let out a sigh, behaving was both good and bad. He ached, but he was still going to take everything that he was allowed, “Good boy.”

Cupping Harrison’s cheeks, Syx kissed him soundly. Drawing him close with a smoldering need. Fighting to keep the passion from building too much. Low and simmering in safe territory. Breaking the kiss to lean his forehead against Harrison’s, longing to touch and using every ounce of willpower he has to keep his hands on those thin hips.

He blew out a breath with a soft laugh, “I don’t want to let you go just yet, but if I keep touching you clothing is going to come off.”

Syx rubbed his thumb over Harrison’s hipbone, he had so many questions and he didn’t even know how to ask them. This relationship was so much more strange and intense than his others. Maybe it’s just because they’re both Blue that it’s different. That it’d happened so quickly. Yet there are so many more rules not fully defined. He wants to ask what they are to each other. What this might become. The words die in his throat along with his confidence.

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Syx fell into Harrison’s arms, relaxing with a soft sigh before leaning in and nipping at the other man’s ear and kissing his cheek, “Why hello.”

Sucking in a sharp breath, his tentacle swelling in response to the promise behind that action, Syx let out a soft whimper. The smells coming from Harrison, the scent of the other man’s arousal was doing nothing to curb his own desires. If he got any more worked up he would be threatening to slide out of his sheath.

In retaliation, Syx growled, his teeth finding the sweet spot on Harrison’s neck again, biting and sucking hard enough it would certainly leave a bright hickey.

Harrison gasped as Syx’s teeth found the perfect spot and he immediately let go of the other blue man’s nipples. “God, yes, Syx,” he pants, letting himself be marked in retaliation for his stubborn disobedience. A hand wraps around Syx, pulling him closer and fisting his tight suit as his body relaxes under the blue villain’s control.

Satisfied his the mark he’d left, Syx kissed it softly, “Such a naughty boy you are.”

His breath was harsh against the damp skin as he tried to control himself. He knew the limits they must abide by, but it was so terribly hard, with this wonderful man in his arms, to remember why. Swallowing he pleaded, “Don’t push me.”

It would be too easy to forget why he couldn’t have him.

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Syx fell into Harrison’s arms, relaxing with a soft sigh before leaning in and nipping at the other man’s ear and kissing his cheek, “Why hello.”

A tight shiver ran through Syx at that squeeze. His lips trembled against Harrison’s neck. With a grunt to try and tame his reactions he forcefully tipped the man’s head and bit his earlobe.

“How about I send you home covered in my marks you naughty boy,” he delighted at the idea of raising purple bruises on that beautiful blue skin, “Oh maybe I’ll tie you up, oh so hard, and leave you as a present your mate. Bound and gagged and waiting for him,” his voice filled with dark promise.

Harrison has to bite down on his lower lip lest he start panting. Fuck, Syx’s teeth on his ear feel so damn good and he’s relishing the mental images the accompany the other man’s aggressive words. His pants are already about to burst, and he can’t wait to show his overlord Wayne’s particular skill for destroying zippers and thongs with the force of his erection…

Harrison reaches for the other nipple as Syx teases his ear. He raises an eyebrow at the other man in challenge, then pinches them both. Hard. Just to see what his overlord will do.

Sucking in a sharp breath, his tentacle swelling in response to the promise behind that action, Syx let out a soft whimper. The smells coming from Harrison, the scent of the other man’s arousal was doing nothing to curb his own desires. If he got any more worked up he would be threatening to slide out of his sheath.

In retaliation, Syx growled, his teeth finding the sweet spot on Harrison’s neck again, biting and sucking hard enough it would certainly leave a bright hickey.

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Syx fell into Harrison’s arms, relaxing with a soft sigh before leaning in and nipping at the other man’s ear and kissing his cheek, “Why hello.”

Harrison’s breaths come in shallow pants and oh is that a moan that slips past his lips. He’s used to being the one in control but Syx knows just how to make him lose it. And to make him want more. He reaches for the other man’s chest, and pinches his nipple between his thumb and forefinger over his suit, just to see how his dear overlord will react.

Syx delighted at how reactive his blue captive was. Eliciting the sounds from Harrison sent a spike of arousal through him. When those mischevious fingers found his nipples he gasped. Biting the skin of Harrison’s neck harder, he growled, “Naughty boy.”

“Nnngah,” Harrison moans as Syx’s teeth find a little hot spot on his slender sensitive neck. But he doesn’t let go of his prize. “What are you going to do about it overlord?” he challenges, giving Syx’s nipple another tight squeeze.

A tight shiver ran through Syx at that squeeze. His lips trembled against Harrison’s neck. With a grunt to try and tame his reactions he forcefully tipped the man’s head and bit his earlobe.

“How about I send you home covered in my marks you naughty boy,” he delighted at the idea of raising purple bruises on that beautiful blue skin, “Oh maybe I’ll tie you up, oh so hard, and leave you as a present your mate. Bound and gagged and waiting for him,” his voice filled with dark promise.