[Nero nuzzles his head against Shrike's fingers as his pants over Jason's skin with hot puffs of breath. He can feel every naked spasm, the vibrations of his moans through his torso mixed with the sharp cries of his wife. It feels perfect, all three of them trapped in ecstasy together.

He's breathless as well, moans escaping him as that sweetness threatens to overwhelm what control he has left - hot, intoxicating. Just a little more... he grits his teeth and grunts,]

You can... come now...

[Who is he ordering? Yes.]