[Riley sidles up behind Ferran, looping his arms around his waist and leaning against him, resting his chin on his shoulder. But his expression shifts from curious to dumbstruck as he sees what Zetta and Deacon are up to. He can't quite keep himself from pressing his erection against Ferran.
Zetta glances up at them, but until Deacon lets up, she can't muster the focus or breath to reply -- and, god, the look on her face isn't helping Riley at all. He makes a low sound.]
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Zetta glances up at them, but until Deacon lets up, she can't muster the focus or breath to reply -- and, god, the look on her face isn't helping Riley at all. He makes a low sound.]