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When An Unstoppable Force Meets An Immovable Object
[Hungry, he tucks into each piece set before him, all too glad for the protein and his mate’s help. One piece is halfway to his mouth when Harrison gets hurt. Normally, he wouldn’t be so concerned, but he knows how sharp that knife is. Pretty much touching the blade is going to draw blood.]
[Wayne drops the fish and is at Harrison’s side in an instant, grabbing his fiance’s hand so that he can see if they need to get help or not.]
Harrison is resisting the urge to cry but it hurts like a motherfucker! The cut goes right through his nail and it’s deep. Not quite to the bone, but it certainly could have been if his nail had not been in the way. He lifts it up in the air, trying to stop the flow of blood which is now all over his hand.
"Looks like it’s your turn to play nurse now," he said dryly. "Can you get me a towel or something?"
I’ve got one better. [Instead of getting a towel, he holding the end of Harrison’s finger firmly between his thumb and index finger, causing more pain, but effectively stemming the flow of blood. Using his free hand, Wayne takes the knife out of the other man’s hand before steering his partner back towards the bathroom.] It’s a good thing the salve works on you, too, or I’d have to call Dr. Whitewall. Let’s get this to stop bleeding before we put that on, so just bear with the pressure for a little bit. Okay?
Harrison let out a little whimper from the pressure of Wayne holding onto his finger. He follows his mate towards the bathroom. ”This is why I don’t cook,” he mutters. ”Do you think I need stitches?”
[Wayne lets the cooking comment go. He’s not about to let Harrison give up so easily, but he’s also not about to argue it while his fiance is upset and in pain. Gently pushing the smaller man down onto the toilet, he double checks whether or not Harrison has stopped bleeding.] No, you’ll be fine. Some salve and you’ll be fine soon enough. If you’d still been chopping at the fish, that might have been a different story.
Changes and Assistance
[Metro Man isn’t exactly surprised that they don’t give him regular names, but that still wasn’t what he was expecting. They don’t look like heroes, but they don’t quite seem to be villains either. It’s… odd, for lack of a better word.] May I ask what’s with the codenames?
"They are our names." Malice elaborated as he tucked his phone back in his pocket. Leaning back he pulled his knees up to rest his arms on. He didn’t expect the man to understand, but no one else ever seemed to really question it.
Lazzy frowned with a confused tilt of her brows. She trialed off, “But his name really is Whale.”
"I was named that," Whale thinned his lips and pointed to the stoat as he raised his eyebrows. He really should have known better than to let a child name him.
Caps wished he could roll his eyes, he never knew how much he would miss the simple action when no one else could tell he was doing it. Taking off his hat he shifted his weight before explaining, “In our line of work it’s dangerous to give out our real names. I can only assume it’s the same for you.”
[It seems that he’s getting mixed answers and that only serves to confuse him. It also makes them seem a little more suspicious when coupled with the ‘our line of work’ part.] Well, I more meant the source of them, rather than if they were real. I used to keep my hero identity separate from my civilian one, but I gave that up about a year and a half ago due to the fact that most of the villains already knew who I was and a few other things I’d rather not bore you with.
On that note of me being a superhero, what do you mean by ‘line of work’? If it’s something illegal, I probably won’t throw you in jail for it, but I would like honesty.
La Dolce Vita
[Squirming a little again, Wayne wraps his legs firmly around Harrison’s hips, keeping their lower halves pressed tightly together as he obeys and lifts himself up carefully. He pushes the smaller man back and, after a little bit of shifting and adjusting, he settles himself onto Harrison’s hips.]
[Lifting a brow at his mate, he gives Harrison a mildly challenging look.] Okay, now what?
Harrison moans as Wayne settles his weight on him and the toy still buried thickly in his rear his all the best spots. Goddamn. If Wayne’s tight ass wasn’t already keeping him hard as a rock, this toy would be doing the job. As it is, he looks up at his lover with eyes half-lidded.
He reaches out and slowly caresses and squeezes Wayne’s hipbones. Then he moves to brush his knuckles up his mate’s pecs. His touch is gentle, almost feather light as he caresses thick body hair over hard muscles. He can’t quite reach Wayne’s nipples, but he can still smooth the planes of his stomach down until he’s stroking his mate’s cock with that same soft touch. He isn’t driving Wayne to cum or even trying to keep him hard. He’s just relishing the simple feel of the pads of his fingers over Wayne’s soft sensitive skin from head to tip…… and teasing the hell out of his mate in the process.
"Now…." Harrison drawls. "Now I tell you how beautiful you are on top of me baby." He gives his mate a loving smile. "How much I love to watch your cock bob as you take me for a ride. How much I love…. you." His voice is low but gone are the sultry looks or playful tone. Now it’s just Harrison being completely genuine.
[He hums a pleased note and leans into the petting. It’s a little odd, but he can see how that’s supposed to relax him; even if it isn’t very distracting. As Harrison’s hands wander lower, however, that’s not quite so relaxing. It makes him want to rock into his lover’s fingers for more friction, but he knows he can’t without pulling on delicate parts that are still very much stuck.]
[Blushing faintly at the compliment, Wayne smiles down at his mate.] I love you, too. Forever and for always.
"Always and forever," Harrison says back, sensually stroking the sensitive spot under Wayne’s cock head with one crooked finger. He hopes the gentle touches combined with soft words will help his mate relax enough to give it another go.
"My sweet blushy boy. I’m the luckiest alien on planet earth because I get you to be my mate," he coos, gazing up at Wayne with a sweet smile. "Are you all mine my love? Mine to love and take and touch whenever I want?"
[His dick twitches slightly in Harrison’s hand, thoroughly enjoying the attention. If he hadn’t already cum or if his mate wasn’t exceedingly turned on by the toy, the touches might be more sensual in natural, as it is, he just wants more. Wayne blushes a little darker at the teasing and implications] All yours, yes, but you can’t take me everywhere. I’m still not going to have sex in a bathroom. [Yes, he knows he’s being overly literal, but he can’t help it with how flustered he is.]
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