[He doesn't get the need to not rush. They're all turned on, he'd just been buried balls-deep in Thane's ass, Mordin came here in need, and now not only is Garrus not being touched, Mordin wants to go slowly. Garrus closes his eyes and tries to get a slight handle on himself. It's not easy. The air is filled with the scent of a certain turned-on drell.]
There's nothing wrong with, uh. Direct. If you... change your mind.
[Garrus is about as subtle as a krogan. His thumb goes up Mordin's spine, up the back of his neck and head, and then Garrus strokes the intact horn. He's getting the impression that Solus is sensitive there, and if so he has every intention of making that work for him. In the meantime, Thane gets talons dragged roughly down his ass. Mordin's ass gets a turian cock against it, for good measure.]
Nothing to worry about.
[Like bashfulness. Which is a big word when you've got some venom in your veins and you really want to fuck the two people in front of you. At the same time. Somehow.]
hint: it's turian
There's nothing wrong with, uh. Direct. If you... change your mind.
[Garrus is about as subtle as a krogan. His thumb goes up Mordin's spine, up the back of his neck and head, and then Garrus strokes the intact horn. He's getting the impression that Solus is sensitive there, and if so he has every intention of making that work for him. In the meantime, Thane gets talons dragged roughly down his ass. Mordin's ass gets a turian cock against it, for good measure.]
Nothing to worry about.
[Like bashfulness. Which is a big word when you've got some venom in your veins and you really want to fuck the two people in front of you. At the same time. Somehow.]