Sinric sings sweetly and a soft glow forms on his hands. He reaches out to them both, caressing his long fingers up the curve of their spines.

As he does, they feel what he feels - the cool strangeness of the cream, the heat of their mouths. The deftness of Emcee's finger, stroking his desires higher, the brush of George's hair against his hot skin.

And more than that, they feel his trust, his desire. The delightful newness of sharing pleasure with George, the joyful reassurance of Emcee - someone who knows him so well.

And also the reflected pleasure of the other group, their pleasures sharper and more intense, moving faster into different highs.