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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.