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Good Morning Sunshine

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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.

MINE

Syx purred softly, ❝Your Overlord,❞ he stroked his fingers down Harrison’s jaws and softened, pressing their lips together in a butterfly soft kiss and pouring every bit of love he had for this blue man into it, ❝and just… yours,❞ he didn’t have words for what they were, not really, but it was something that could be both sexual and domineering and just soft and sweet and together. He dropped his forehead against Harrison’s and just enjoyed the closeness, ❝I’m yours. And you’re mine.❞

Date Night

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“I already have a pair of jet boots,” Syx said off-handed, “They are very… unstable,” he chewed on his lower lip as he thought, “I abandoned the idea a while back as impractical for what I wanted them for but I just put the prototype in storage. I kept tipping over. Stabilization issues, also steering, especially at speed,” his eyes unfocused as he started thinking over solutions.

Shaking his head and pulling himself back to the present, he gave a bit of a chuckle, “I wanted to go outside and play with my trike and one of my less trustworthy Uncles was very encouraging. It sort of turned into a riot after I blew out the wall from the cell block into the yard. I was having quite a bit of fun until I got grounded for… oh god, I don’t even remember now. It was absolutely forever. Honestly, I’m surprised I got off as easy as I did, looking back at it now.”

Harrison couldn’t help but laugh.  “Looks like someone was a little rebel even at a young age,” he teased, waving a fava bean on the end of his fork.  “God I hope Devin doesn’t blow up any walls until he’s older.  How old were you?”

❝Young enough that I couldn’t say more than a few words,❞ Syx’s cheeks lavendered a bit as he laughed, ❝Just over a year and a half. Actually, I was really so to talk… they worried a lot about that,❞ he frowned thoughtfully at his drink, ❝I wonder if it was just the difference in vocal cords or just a species difference…❞

Shaking his head because it wasn’t really something that mattered more than idle curiosity, he dropped his elbow on the table and brushed his knee against Harrison’s as they sat side by side, ❝How about you? What was the most destruction you caused as a tyke?❞

Good Morning Sunshine

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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?❞

Starlight Picnic

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Syx melted into her kiss, his free hand drifting gently behind her head, his fingers threading through her hair. The feel of it always delighting him. And her love. The smell of it, of her, he seemed to be able to read so many more subtleties the longer they were together. So many little flavors of it that he hadn’t gotten before. A faint bouquet that was all that much sweeter becuase he had learned to read her. 

Wild and earthy and free. She reminded him of cardamon and dark chocolate. Campfire cooked marshmallows and the smell of the wind right off the lake. It’s why he had to take her here. Where the wilderness met the Lake. Where his life met her nature. Under the stars, he came from and on the Earth she was born from. 

Syx would always be a city creature, but the woods always had a fascination… Even more so when he was wrapped up in his dear Tiger… No, his Evil Queen. His lips moved with a greater urgency as he rolled over the top of her, his kisses trailing down her neck to suck on the tender skin. Clever blue fingers worked their way under the layers of warm clothing, seeking skin. The fire of her, so hot to his cool touch. With his palm pressed against her side, he moaned softly into her mouth, “Anna…”

And then he recalled that the gift was only half over, “OH!”

Bouncing off her with a giddy smile plastered all over his face, he waved his hands about wildly, “I have more! I’ve been working on it for ages. Oh where did I put that?” the blue genius started digging through the pack, “Because you can hardly be an Evil Queen without a costume!” he looked over his shoulder and quickly added, “Not that you have to go out and commit dastardly evil schemes with me, but if you wanted to. And if you DO then we can put branding on this!”

The sensation of his fingers threading through her short hair sent a rush of desire through her, his actions meaning far more than words ever could. The gentle touch made it clear that he loved her so deeply, showed her that she was precious to him. There was so much to her mate that was before her that she got the true pleasure of seeing, so much to him than any of those silly humans below could ever imagine. He was passionate and charming with many different quirks that truly made him unique in his own special way. He was hers… he was her mate regardless of who’s arms he might lay in. In the end, Syx would come home to her, in the end her scent was marked so deeply into his skin that he would never have a doubt of who truly held his soul. 

The instant he rolled to hover over her she turned right along with him so her shoulder blades rested flat against the earth beneath them. They were a beautiful mix of nature and mechanics, his own scent mingled together with the robots that he worked with and the various scents of the workshop he spent a good portion of his time in. Though beneath that, there was a unique scent she couldn’t quite place, one that was wild and untamed just as she was, one that never failed to put her at ease or rile her into a state as she was now as their lips began to move urgently against one another. She pressed further into him, making a noise of need in the back of her throat as she adjusted her hold on him to bring him closer yet… 

Only to have him suddenly pull from her. Blinking her eyes open, her lips remained parted as if she were preparing to kiss him again as he bounced away with his usual energy, even if it was a bit more exuberant than usual. Forcing herself to calm down a bit, she merely smiled a small smile, watching him as he rattled on. 

“Well, if I have an outfit now, you should absolutely show me. You can’t just tell me you have it for me and not show it to me, love,” She teased, smiling as she brought her thumb to her ring finger and began to fiddle with the ring that rested there. She was definitely curious enough, though definitely not enough to forget about her desire she still felt. 

“Aha!” Syx cried in triumph and pulled out the cubes. He held them out to her and with a drop of water they reappeared. He showed off the thin strappy bikini first, “Now this doesn’t really look like much but it’s a special fabric me and Minion have been working on. It can stretch to fit any size or shape without braking down it’s elasticity. So wearing this, you’ll be covered regardless of what you change into and it will shrink back with you.”

He was giddy as he bounced and showed off what he’d been spending so many night perfecting, “I could have made it fully covering but considering fur and different limbs I was hoping the straps would give it the greatest versatility and still be relatively comfortable,” he shook out the cape, “This is for warmth and modesty. It is fully covering and has a deep hood and if we sized it right it’ll hit mid-thigh, buuuut,” he hit a button on the neck and the whole thing collapsed onto itself and formed a simple collar with a glowing blue pendant, “the material won’t provide any real protection, but it’s light and uses a very special variation of the de-hydration process. It rearranges just the molecules of this fabric. There aren’t many times when someone would need disappearing clothing, but this way you can go wolf without anything getting in the way!” his goofy grin split his face as he leaned towards Anna, awaiting her reaction. Truly hoping he’d done well in guessing what sort of things might be most useful to the woman who had so quickly become the most important person in his life.

Good Morning Sunshine

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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.”