As ever, Johan enjoys the feeling of burying his head in warm flesh; that in this case it was the dry, soft mounds of cleavage and not some more wet and clingy place wasn't at all a bad thing. Turning he head fro mside to side and inhaling the drider's scent, he relaxes into the feeling for a long few seconds as the warmth soaks into his front. "I look forward," he says, muffled, "To giving Naji the saame feeling." Planting kisses on the side of one breast, he slowly pulls his head free of Cyria's grasp with a lazy smile. With his first push in, though, he stops right at the maximum penetration. All he needed to do was just relax for a few seconds, feel the wet, tight heat embrace his shaft from top to bottom. Just to get him into the right mood-<br/><br/>"If the gods gave me any gift," he says huskily, "It is the ability to see beauty wherever it lies, without being constrained by what they have between their legs, how many legs they have- or don't- color, or anything so petty. And the curse is that I see that beauty WHEREVER it lies." With that said, and answering the question in a sidelong way, he begins thrusting into the drider with surprisingly steady, unhurried pushes. His pace was one he could keep up for a long time, relishing the slow and lazy feel of wet friction on sensitive skin. "Mmm... Just tell me how long I have to last..." he murmurs, drinking in the look of Cyria from his perch half-held up against the drider's front. Not seeing the rope behind the drider, one hand reaches backwards and lazily strokes Sasara's face as he begins slowly against his first partner of the night.