Yelena slowly lowered herself beside Aurelian, placing her hand on his chest, and her hair slid along his arm as she adjusted her balance on the bed. Mirei moved over Katsura with deliberate grace, pressing kisses between the line of their shoulders in such an unhurried way that Aurelian had to turn toward Yelena to keep himself quiet for a moment longer, as their kisses made soft, moist noises, their fingers sliding over damp skin.
Then Aurelian pulled gently at Yelena's shoulder in invitation. Yelena settled across his lap, facing Mirei, where her small frame pressed full-body contact across his hips and thighs in a way that spread warmth through every muscle until his own restlessness finally came unclenched, as they held each other's gazes while she shifted her body in tiny increments until his shaft was lined with the heat he could feel even through layers.
