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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.”

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Losing all focus on what was and wasn’t supposed to be happening right now, Syx dropped his large to Harrison’s shoulder. A moan pulled it’s way from his throat as he rolled his hips against the hands working his body. Blue lust. He’d gotten tastes from Harrison before… but now, naked and wanting and being touched… his body was reacting far faster than he was used to.

His teeth found the meaty part of the blue neck under his lips, biting on and sucking, licking. His hand coming up to grip Harrison’s shoulders as with a shudder, his tentacle slid free of his sheath. Slick with fluid, the scent of his arousal perfumed the air with pheromones as the foot long mobile dick like appendage curled in the air. It faded from deep pink to lavender, soft and slightly bump with textured ripples.

“Har-harrison,” Syx gasped, his tentacle coil needily around the man’s wrist as if to draw those fingers deeper. Syx pulled himself flush with Harrison, wanting, needing, that skin contact.

Breathing hard, he became aware of the other eyes on him and shifted to glance over his shoulder at Wayne with a breathy laugh, “I’ve been ensnared by the captive’s wiles, help. Restrain your husband.”

Harrison moaned, throwing his head back as he’s bitten, feeling his cock twitch in his panties.  The smell hits him first, almost as strong and lusty as the feelings he pushed at Syx. His head swims and he a moment he feels dizzy. Jesus fucking christ!  Sheldon had said that his pheromones were strong when his tentacle came out to play but he wasn’t prepared for this!  It was hot and needy and oh god, so…… blue.  And so right in a way he had never experienced before with any partner, even with Wayne.  

Then there it was.  Syx’s tentacle was in his hand, hot, writhing, and dripping wet.  He moaned again, a sound of lust tinged with triumph as the tentacle coiled around his hand and wrist.  Oh this is what he’d wanted for weeks now, what he’d longed to touch and smell and gods help him even taste.  Harrison fluttered his fingers, stroking his lover however he could, unsure how to best touch his tentacle but more eager to learn.  He twisted his wrist, trying to grab and squeeze and grope even as Syx  writhed against him.  

His lips find Syx’s neck and soon he’s returning to his lover what was done to him and more.  Harrison’s lips lavish attention on his lovers body, becoming more forceful when Syx orders Wayne to restrain him.  If someone wants to take him away from his prize, they will need to drag him.  Instead of giving himself up, he reaches and gropes a generous handful of Syx’s sweet little blue ass, pulling the other blue man closer to press his cloth covered cock as close as he can get to his partner.  This smells so right, feels so right, and fuck if Harrison is going to let up now.  

[Unlike what Harrison’s fingers might be doing, Syx’s length is a tad move visible even from Wayne’s angle. To say that he is impressed is something of an understatement and he definitely, at some point, wants to know what that textured length feels like. He has played with toys that are similar, but it’s quite doubtful that they measure up to the real thing.]

[Wayne’s nose twitches with the strength of the pheromones Syx is exuding. It’s not a bad smell, quite the opposite, it’s just powerful. That he knows what that scent means makes it an alluring odor, the pheromones aren’t the right ones to catch his libido on their own. That being what it is, he can definitely see why another version of himself, one who is susceptible to the scent, would be driven by it.]

[He’d been so distracted watching the pair that it takes him a moment to realize that he’s being given an order.] Oh. Uh, yes. [Floating to kneel above Harrison’s head, Wayne reaches down to grasp his mate’s arms gently, but firmly and slowly attempts to pull Harrison’s hands upwards. They all know who will win as far as muscle goes, but he’d rather not cause Syx unwanted discomfort in the process.]

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. 

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[He smiles appreciatively down at his partner. It’s reassuring thing that his own worries are able to still get through to Harrison, but it also makes him concerned that he’s accidentally going to muddy the whole thing with his perpetual insecurities.] Yeah, everything is green, love. You just wait here and maybe entertain Syx for a moment while I get things ready.

[Gently setting Harrison or the bed Wayne turns his attention back to Syx. Almost challengingly, he strips out of both his pants and his underwear, going against Syx’s suggested order of doing things. It’s only not a challenge because it makes more sense to Wayne to be naked first and isn’t done out of spite. He gives Syx a second to see what he has to offer before striding off to retrieve their main cache of toys.]

[It overly takes a few moments for him to come back with the box and hop weightlessly up onto the bed with the restraint straps. This is where the naked first part comes into play as he gives them both a great view of his muscular backside while he reaches up to feed the straps through the brackets and down to equally sturdy eyelets hidden just behind either side of the headboard. And just like that the wrist restraints are ready.]

Syx nodded subtly as he picked up on the safe words, that was a good plan. He had more familiarity with it in reading than in practice, but it seemed straight forward. Watching Wayne undress, he bit his finger with an appreciative murmur. The man’s cock was quite a bit more human looking that what he’d known from his own Wayne, but that would just make it easier to take. He was practically drooling at the thought of forcing that length down his throat.

As Wayne set about hooking up the harness, Syx moved to get a good view, one hand wandering between his legs to stroke his slit. Eyes hooded he leaned over Harrison and took the blue man’s chin gently. 

“I can’t wait to see you all tied up for us,” his fingers traced the length of Harrison’s long neck as he claimed his lips with a kiss.

He’s seen Wayne strip a thousand times, but the sight of his mate sliding his monster of a cock out of tight jeans always makes Harrison’s mouth water.  Unconsciously he licks his lips, enjoying the touch of playfulness he can feel from his man.  Good.  That means Wayne is starting to get into this too.  And mmm mmm mmm he never gets sick of the sight of Wayne’s finely chiseled ass and rippling muscles.  Syx’s appreciation doesn’t escape his notice either.  Good, good, good.  

The venue change and lack of direct stimulation has helped clear his mind immensely.  Oh he’s still hard enough to cut glass and wants out of these dripping panties, but he’s not nearly so lust-muddled.  In fact, he’d much rather show off just how naughty he can be before he’s restrained.  

So he enthusiastically returns Syx’s kiss. As their lips tangle up in blue, Harrison reaches down to cup the other blue man’s dripping slit.  The pads of his fingers lightly brush against Syx’s own, before finding and stroking the soaked opening with his nimble blue fingers.  

Normally, we use different safe words, but colors is a nice universal language. [Wrist straps in hand, Wayne turns and pauses in a very stunned moment of shock and lust. That is so much hotter than his fantasies, even if Syx’s genitals currently don’t match any of his dreams. He moans at the sight and is so glad that he isn’t wearing pants anymore or they’d definitely be torn.]

[It takes him a moment to get his wits about him. He clears his throat loudly to get their attentions.] I thought Harrison wasn’t supposed to be touching.

The added blue fingers to his own make Syx’s knees feel weak. He sucked in a breath, the taste of their kiss and mingled breath on his tongue. Intoxicating. Better than he could have dreamed at it had barely started. The tip of his swelling tentacle brushed Harrison’s fingers and Syx’s hand twitched in response as his core quivered. A soft gasp escaping him.

Wayne’s words pulled his lust-addled mind back to the matter at hand. Blinkinglet out a breathy chuckle though he was loath to stop, “Naughty boy we have here. It’s a good thing we have restraints.”

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Trying to psych himself back up, Syx looked around to bedroom and spied what Wayne had pointed out. Biting his lip, he crossed the room and ran a finger over the mounts. Looking back over his shoulder, he nodded, “Handy.”

He wondered who was in the harness more often, from what Harrison had told him in bits and pieces, he guessed it was more often used on the hero. 

Cocking a hip, he grinned as he took the opportunity to get a good view of Harrison in Wayne’s grip, “Let’s get this beautiful little captive in his restraints then,” he bit his lip, nervous and excited as noticed the bulge, “And you out of those jeans. That can’t be comfortable.”

His own hand smoothed down is hip as his stomach fluttered. He felt so sensitive as he shifted his stance, eager for the start of touching and exploration and just as cautious about this happening with new people, especially as the one he was partially familiar with was nearly out of commission with lustful submission.

Even in his lusty haze, Harrison is well aware of being scooped into Wayne’s arms.  Instinctively he curls into his mate’s chest, as he has a hundred times before.  Wayne’s great big arms always make him feel delicate and small, and in his submissive state, he relishes that feeling more than usual.  The familiar gesture and smell of his mate helps to ground him amid the scent of runaway blue lust, and he searches Wayne’s face for….. something.  Part of him is well aware that this is a big new experience for his bashful boy, and he takes advantage of his free hand to rest it over Wayne’s heart.  

“Is… is this okay?” he asks Wayne as they enter the bedroom.  He is loving every second, but he doesn’t want to push his mate too far.  “Colors if you’re not okay?”

[He smiles appreciatively down at his partner. It’s reassuring thing that his own worries are able to still get through to Harrison, but it also makes him concerned that he’s accidentally going to muddy the whole thing with his perpetual insecurities.] Yeah, everything is green, love. You just wait here and maybe entertain Syx for a moment while I get things ready.

[Gently setting Harrison or the bed Wayne turns his attention back to Syx. Almost challengingly, he strips out of both his pants and his underwear, going against Syx’s suggested order of doing things. It’s only not a challenge because it makes more sense to Wayne to be naked first and isn’t done out of spite. He gives Syx a second to see what he has to offer before striding off to retrieve their main cache of toys.]

[It overly takes a few moments for him to come back with the box and hop weightlessly up onto the bed with the restraint straps. This is where the naked first part comes into play as he gives them both a great view of his muscular backside while he reaches up to feed the straps through the brackets and down to equally sturdy eyelets hidden just behind either side of the headboard. And just like that the wrist restraints are ready.]

Syx nodded subtly as he picked up on the safe words, that was a good plan. He had more familiarity with it in reading than in practice, but it seemed straight forward. Watching Wayne undress, he bit his finger with an appreciative murmur. The man’s cock was quite a bit more human looking that what he’d known from his own Wayne, but that would just make it easier to take. He was practically drooling at the thought of forcing that length down his throat.

As Wayne set about hooking up the harness, Syx moved to get a good view, one hand wandering between his legs to stroke his slit. Eyes hooded he leaned over Harrison and took the blue man’s chin gently. 

“I can’t wait to see you all tied up for us,” his fingers traced the length of Harrison’s long neck as he claimed his lips with a kiss.

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While their previous encounters had hinted at this, it was still a shock to Syx just how quickly and strongly he was getting worked up. Blue lust feeding off each other was so different than with his other partners. Normally to get him this worked up, he’d need to be the one being touched. 

Moving his lips to that lovely exposed neck, Syx kissed it before biting and sucking on the skin. Running his tongue over the sensitive areas as before biting firmly once more. Teasing the flesh in his mouth as he ran his hands over Harrison’s sides. 

Pulling back his eyes were drawn up to the husband, he could smell the arousal, though it was faint and nearly overpowered by Harrison, in his senses. Sys ran a finger down Harrison’s neck and asked, “Enjoying the show?” he bit his lip, “We could move this somewhere… where the view could be better for everyone.” 

This wasn’t his house. New situation, uncharted territory. His nerves were beyond high, but he was also nearly painfully aroused and his tentacle was definitely swollen and ready to come out. This was either going to be hot as fuck or awkward as hell. He really hoped the former. 

Every kiss, every nip, and every nibble pulls a new sound from Harrison’s mouth.  Sometimes its a moan, others are more like whines as teeth find his sensitive tendons or gasps as he strains against Wayne’s grip for more.  His mate hadn’t destroyed his jeans yet, but there was still plenty of time. 

After all, the show has only just begun.  Harrison has always relished being the center of attention, but being sandwiched between these two irresistible men is even better.  His exhibitionist nature is fully on display with each arch of his back, each sound, each strain against Wayne’s grip.  It brings back memories of showing off in BDSM clubs in Berlin or giving head in corners of the prison where he could be caught at any moment. He doesn’t just want to writhe under their control, he wants them to watch him doing it and he can feel their gaze as much as any touch.  

Between Syx and his own pre, his panties are dripping wet and filled to the brim.  Harrison whines, wanting them gone, longing for them to be lustily ripped off by either of his companions.  After all, he’s all theirs now.  They can take him anywhere they like – the bed, the sofa, or just throw him down on the floor.  Any where and any way, he’s giving himself over completely.  

[Wayne hesitates at the suggestion. He knows himself well enough to know that there is a good chance that moving with give him an opportunity to overthink the situation and second guess everything. What causes him to nod in agreement is the knowledge that messing around on the kitchen stool is guaranteed to result in injury and/or embarrassment, neither option being more appealing than just moving elsewhere.] How about the bedroom? Most of our… supplies are there.

[Normally, he’d double check with Harrison, but it seems like his mate has slipped into a rare submissive headspace. Which likely means that he’ll have to referee since his partner doesn’t seem to be there enough to be able to clarify limits. It’s not exactly an ideal situation for their first time as a threesome, but part of the point of their arrangement was to teach him to get used to being in a more dominant position, so why not start here?]

Syx licked his lips nervously, okay, this was really happening. He nodded, trying to not spend too much time thinking about what was about to happen. Harrison knew quite a few of his limits from their texting. He’d been with a Wayne before and it was expected for him to be in a dominant position in this relationship. It was okay. This was okay. 

Stepping back, Syx let his hands slid off of Harrison and rubbed them against his own thighs. A nervous gesture as he tried to keep himself in the right headspace. Licking his lips again, Syx closed his eyes and shimmied out of his damp panties. He wasn’t going to be needing them anyway. In full naked glory, he kept his chin up and turned back toward the bedroom he’d slept in that night. 

“Sounds good to me,” he crooked a finger at Wayne so that the man would hopefully just carry Harrison along with. His heart hammered with excitement and nerves. He looked back over his shoulder, hips cocked as he bit his lip, “From what Harrison has told me I expect we’ll find something fun to use.”

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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.