Ganymede, while pliant between the two bodies that have him relatively pinned, is no pillow queen and arches and rubs between them to help; his back bends as he reaches back for Lucifer's thigh with grasping fingers. A moan tumbles out of his mouth as he curls a hand around the back of Jay's neck to pull him into a deep and somewhat messy kiss, cheeks beginning to turn a dark pink with arousal.

"Come on," he pants. "Give it to me. Like you both mean it," Ganymede encourages, baring his neck and throat to whatever assault either of them would like to try. He plans to have quite a few marks to remember tonight by.