Rahiti’s cock was already hard, trapped in these…shorts…Lyric had acquired for them. Lyric hit something on the wall as they staggered in, kissing and groping, and a soft light shone down from the ceiling, illuminating the room and the big, inviting bed. He stumbled and hopped then kicked off his shorts, then grabbed at the shirt. He couldn’t wait to strip it off, to strip her, to strip Moana, who was just as eager as he. He caught Lyric’s mouth, his tongue slipping past her lips. He pressed her backward onto the bed. Moana followed them down, aligning himself against her side, stroking her from hip to knee, working at the catch on her shorts, then sliding them down her long legs. Seeing his friend’s dark hands on Lyric’s pale skin nearly knocked a groan from Rahiti. Why they’d had to go get supplies when they could have been enjoying one another’s bodies all day had baffled him, but he’d done what Lyric wanted. Now they would do what they all wanted, craved, hungered for.
