Sule groaned and pressed back against Cemal. He wasn't as cool as Binhadi, but still not as warm as Sule, refreshing and frustrating all at once. One of the hands cupping his chest slid down to touch lower, teasing and rubbing with expert knowledge. Sule freed one hand from Mahzan to reach back to hold Cemal, cried out as one of Mahzan's hands joined Cemal's, a finger pushing inside his slick heat to torment further.
Mahzan's breath punched out of him as slick fingers teased at his hole. Where and when had Binhadi gotten lubricant?
Binhadi's laugh was rough and smug in his ear, punctuated by the same in his thoughts, but before Mahzan could form any sort of reply, he thrust one finger deep, making Mahzan jerk and cry out, thrust his finger deeper into Sule, who took it as an indication to kiss him hard and messy again.