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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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