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[Fogado had been trying to play it cool, but he's so dizzy with unsated desire that he's thrown totally off guard at the speed at which Alcryst jumps him. Though he does hastily put his arms out to catch him, before he can even process what happens next, there's a hand on his cock, the other on his chest, Alcryst's lips on his, and his back arches up into Alcryst's hand, because damn if this isn't the best kind of surprise ever.

All he can manage to do is let out a desperate, muffled moan against Alcryst's lips, his hands gripping tightly to the other archer's back, completely overcome as he strokes him.]