"Yes... Fuck...," Solo said, fingers clutching at the bedclothes as he writhed and bucked as Illya did as he asked, fucking the come from him.

Swearing in Russian, Illya glanced at Sinthia for a heartbeat, then he stilled, shuddering as he came inside Solo. Panting, he leaned down to kiss Sinthia, the turned to kiss Solo. He knew in that moment that this would not be a one time thing.