As he continued to stroke Lucian's hair, he noticed Lysander waiting expectantly, clearly growing impatient. Lysander pressed his penis against Damien's enuas, and with a smile, Damien nodded his consent.
It seemed Lysander was still struggling to enter. His head was probably the largest out of all of them, which made it difficult. Damien took his hand, gently guiding Lysander to help him enter. Despite the guidance, Lysander's prominent ridge made it a bit of a challenge; each movement created a friction that sent jolts of pleasure through Damien's body.
As the pleasure began to intensify, Damien felt the rush spreading even to where Lucian was clinging to his chest.
This… this might be too much, he thought.
"Your body is amazing, Damien. I can't stop myself!" Lysander murmured, his hips moving rhythmically.