Cornelius kept plying Rory with wine. He was three glasses in before we made it to the bedroom, but he was not exactly new to alcohol, so it took several more glasses before his face began to flush. By then, we were all in various stages of undress. Rory was shirtless, clad only in his jeans, laying on the bed spread-eagle. Cornelius had one wrist, Alexandre the other arm, me on the other hand, I was going for the throat. I was straddling him, his arousal pressed insistently at me and he bucked and moaned while the three of us drank from him.
"Rory, may I?" I asked, running my hand along the front of his jeans.
"Please, please.." Rory cried out and I released his arousal from the denims, tugging them below his hips, then eagerly making my way back up his body.
"I'm going to join
