Huffing Syx tried to wave her off, “It’s fine really.”
Actually, it was embarrassing as the bruises were revealed. As his tight suit was peeled back, dark bruises covered his arms and sides courtesy of a hard staff. Those weren’t the ones he didn’t want to show, though.
Crap…. She said something without thinking again. Meg’s of course upset Alixon decided go a step further then shut up. Taking her bag, stood and walked away without meeting his eye’s.
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.
There’s another story that I like about a Chinese general who had to defend a city with only a handful of soldiers from a huge enemy horde that was in all likelihood going to steamroll the place flat within hours of showing up.
So when said horde did arrive, they saw the general sitting outside the city’s open gates, drinking tea. The horde sent a couple of emissaries over to see what was what, and the general greeted them cheerfully and invited them all to come and take tea with him.
The horde decided that this was a scenario that had “MASSIVE FUCKING TRAP” written all over it in beautiful calligraphy and promptly fucked off.
Whoever that general was, he was clearly the Ancient Chinese equivalent of Sam Vimes.
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did he just invite us over for tea nah man i’m out
This just keeps getting better
I fucking love history.
The tea ploy also sounds like a total Uncle Iroh move.
Faith’s expression was closed down entirely, her eyes hard and frigid with very little hints of the rage she felt.
“…You touch me again, and I will not hesitate to teach you a valuable lesson in personal space..” her tone was as flat as her expression. Her fingers twitched just slightly, already wanting to teach him a lesson he would likely never forget… not if she had anything to say about it
“Ah heh heh I’ll… just do now then shall I?”
Her lips thinned ever so slightly at his reaction, gazing at him for a moment. “..Yes. You should..” she didn’t move, however, her shoulders squared up with him, her eyes tracking his every movement..
Damn that lady was scary, hands up Megamind backed away slowly, laughing nervously and cursing the goof up that had landed him in this mess.
Faith’s expression was closed down entirely, her eyes hard and frigid with very little hints of the rage she felt.
“…You touch me again, and I will not hesitate to teach you a valuable lesson in personal space..” her tone was as flat as her expression. Her fingers twitched just slightly, already wanting to teach him a lesson he would likely never forget… not if she had anything to say about it
Person A owns a flower shop and person B comes storming in one day, slaps 20 bucks on the counter and says “How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?”
Omfg
MY TIME HAS COME
so you’d need a bouquet of geraniums (stupidity), foxglove (insincerity), meadowsweet (uselessness), yellow carnations (you have disappointed me), and orange lilies (hatred). it would be quite striking! and full of loathing.
im no Florist but I thought I’d try my hand at such a beautiful gift of absolute loathing
RP backup 