[The third hand is surprising at first, but the concern quickly goes away because oh yeah Stands are a thing. Magician's Red is wonderfully warm, his nails brushing into the fur of his tail nicely; there's the weird instinct to arch up his hips toward his hand but he can't really move much since he's getting taken to pound town right now, but either way it feels incredible.]
Ah fuck. [The words are groaned as his lips barely break away from Avdol's, his breathing coming in harder as he gets the help in jerking off while he rides the other man. The faster pace is good, better with the helping hand, bless you Magician's Red you good chicken.]
Mohammed--
[It feels like getting hit out of nowhere, the sudden snap from tension when he comes. It definitely doesn't hurt that the spare hands and warmth contribute, pushing him closer to coming. When he comes, he's trying to press closer to Avdol, though that's kind of impossible. His hips jerk, squirming, and he's definitely making a mess against both of their stomachs, sorry not sorry.]
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Ah fuck. [The words are groaned as his lips barely break away from Avdol's, his breathing coming in harder as he gets the help in jerking off while he rides the other man. The faster pace is good, better with the helping hand, bless you Magician's Red you good chicken.]
Mohammed--
[It feels like getting hit out of nowhere, the sudden snap from tension when he comes. It definitely doesn't hurt that the spare hands and warmth contribute, pushing him closer to coming. When he comes, he's trying to press closer to Avdol, though that's kind of impossible. His hips jerk, squirming, and he's definitely making a mess against both of their stomachs, sorry not sorry.]