Laszlo said, and this time the press of his feathers to my skin was more direct, his cheek rubbing against mine. I obeyed the nudging, arching my head to the side, exposing my throat. Laszlo's spectacles glinted out of the corners of my eyes as his head bowed. Our hands stuttered over Hywel's flesh as Laszlo kissed a wet mark against the curve of my shoulder. His hips fit against my ass, arousal hinting as he leaned into me, crowded me closer to Hywel. Our arms slid around and over, petting Hywel's cocks, and then Laszlo was touching me, not Hywel, slippery hands sliding up my waist, around my
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