Sinthia smiled, leaning in to give Solo a kiss, thorough and gentle, wrapping her hand around him with wet fingertips as she teased him closer to the peak. She watched the two men moving together with quiet murmurs of encouragement until she felt Solo stiffen, about to come, and stroked him faster, her head laid near his chest. "Come on, Illya," she said quietly, "Fuck him like he wants. I want to see you when you both come."