Head swirling with sensation and anticipation, Lon could only manage a nod before Joli kissed him, a searing touch that teased of barely restrained passion, and it was all he could do not to take her then, on bed or floor; his hand squeezed needfully at the firm curve of her ass, drawing her closer, into him, even as her fingers descended, teased open the strings holding breeches closed, and pushed, leaving them to slide down his thighs; a second skin slowly peeling away to show the sensitive underlying flesh. His cock, already thick with eager longing, rose more as Joli slid away, crouched, drank him in with her eyes, and it saluted back, rising in a graceful upward arc that throbbed slightly in time with Lon's pounding pulse.<br/><br/>He grinned slightly, at her request; he had hoped to ask her to do the same, once her shirt had been removed. His eyes were locked on her face as he flexed his knees slightly, long muscles in his thighs shifting, allowing the breeches to fall away completely, and as he gracefully lifted one foot out of them he turned, presented himself in profile to her -<em>to them</em>, he corrected himself, as Joli's motion had reminded him that he had an audience of three - let the firelight dance up along his thighs and abdomen, bathing him in a warmth that reflected that pouring out of him, but his head was still turned, watching Joli watching him, a small teasing smile dancing at the corners of his lips as he finished stepping out of the pile of soft leather, turning his back to the three of them, head finally looking away from her. A thought occurred to him, and he knelt, unlaced each boot in turn, before standing again, and slowly finished his turn, stepping out of his boots, and giving the assembled clothing on the floor a gentle push under the bed, out of the way.<br/><br/>By the time he was facing the three of them again, he realized that two were not paying attention; indeed, he quickly took in that not only had Laurin lost the bustier that had been concealing her generous assets, said assets were now gently massaging Balfor's impressive organ, as flesh flowed up over his cock, leaving only the head revealed to the tender affections of her obviously talented mouth. Lon's own cock jumped in empathy (or jealousy, he wasn't sure which), and his hands perched on his hips in mock outrage as he walked over to the group of them. "You've started without me," he said, his tone mildly amused rather than any anger or chiding. His eyes returned to Joli as he walked, and they had taken on a more purposeful look, one of focused want and desire. He slipped his arms around her, hands sliding up the dress-like shirt to cup and knead her ass again, and pressed himself forward, kissing her, tongue teasing the junction and corners of her lips. He let his cock bump and slide down her thigh, graze across the soft forest of hairs at the junction of her legs, before sliding up to rest against her belly, throbbing insistently for attention. He could feel Laurin behind Joli, her shoulders pressed against the backs of his hands, hair sliding over and them with the rhythm she had established towards Balfor's pleasure.