Solo reached up a hand to touch her face, "You're so beautiful." He ran his thumb over her lip.

Illya watched them for a moment, then slipped a pillow beneath Solo's hips. Illya sucked his fingers between his lips, wetting them. Solo spread his legs wide. The Russian leaned down and licked up the underside of Solo's still hard cock, the taste of Sinthia still on it as he pressed his wet fingers inside Solo's tight hole. Solo gasped as Illya prepared him, stretching him gently. "God, Illya, just fuck me."

"Alright," he slipped his fingers out of Solo and replaced them with the head of his cock and pressed forward. Illya leaned forward and pressed in.

"Oh fuck... yes," his back arched and he grasped Sinthia's hand as Illya penetrated him.