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[ Inconsiderable though it may be compared to Thane's dense musculature, Mordin's total weight sinks into the solid support of both men before him; braced against Garrus, Thane will be either a bulwark or a domino as a sinewy leg stretches past them both, hooking at the sole on one of Garrus's spurs. The degree to which Mordin feels full of Thane continues to take him by surprise, but call him nothing if not a fast learner. He squirms down hard, impaled further with a filthy sort of determination, and even Garrus's hot clawed fingers are cool relief against his horn when his forehead falls against Thane's shoulder and it ends up pointing at him accusingly. There's something of a blind grope for Thane's hip to lock him in deeper, wanting, and then he finds Thane's skin is serpentine-smooth and ever-so-slightly numbing at his neck where he's—completely by virtue of instinct, mind you—dragged his tongue over just shy of the beginning of his frills. ]

Probably inadvisable. Will alert in the event of [ nngh— ] hallucination. Onset. Onset of hallucin—ah...

[ A ragged breath, a roll of hips that pulls Thane's cock partly out only to push back in, to punctuate. His toes flex restlessly over Garrus's spur. ]

Recommend more [ comfortable ] practical position.

[ Beware, gentlemen; seems the good doctor is in real danger of swooning. Not from the venom, either. ]