Sighing in obviously feigned reluctance--the last thing she needed was to make them think it was the real thing, after all--Sparrow moved toward Galen. He was breathing hard already, staring at the both of them with lust-glazed eyes, and he pulled her back into his arms eagerly while behind her, Frost climbed back off the bed and started to disrobe.

With Frost for once doing as he'd been told, Sparrow turned her attention back to Galen. He captured her lips the moment he could, his mouth hot and soft against her own, and she let him lick into her mouth as her hands wandered downward, sliding between their bodies until she found the button of his pants. She flicked it swiftly open, and then she was tugging the fabric down. His hands left her torso to help get it off, but his lips never left hers as her wriggled out of his pants and his boxers, and he tossed both away from them without a glance once he'd finally gotten it all off.

Almost as soon as he was bare, she felt his fingers brush against her shoulders and the straps of her dress. For once, she was grateful to have worn something like this; it was absurdly simple to get on and off (and she couldn't pretend she hadn't picked it with this particular fact in mind). All Galen had to do was nudge the straps from her arm, and the loose, light fabric started slipping away from her. Sparrow let it fall, and it pooled around her knees for a moment before she turned her attention to removing it. Unlike Galen, who was either more naturally coordinated or more well-practiced at this than she was, she had to break the kiss as she squirmed free of the garment, but she cast it off as recklessly as he did, and when his lips descended upon her own again, she felt the bed dip behind her, meaning that Frost was done, as well.

Sparrow made the faintest little noise as his hands brushed over her ass, and then he seized her hips, tugging her back against him as she dragged Galen with her. "What do you want, baby?" he asked, leaning down so his mouth was resting right by her ear. "Tonight is about giving you everything you want from us; just tell me where you want me to start."

Sparrow laughed and nudged him slightly, breaking her kiss with Galen long enough to speak. "Be nice, Frost. Tonight isn't about me. Galen's been after this for months; let's make sure he gets what he wants, yes?"

She felt Frost's head turned slightly, and she knew he must have shifted his gaze to the other man. "What do you want, then?" he asked softly, and Sparrow wondered if Galen even knew where to begin.

The younger man looked nervous again, just slightly but more than enough for Sparrow to spot--and if she didn't miss it, there was no chance in the world that Frost had. Galen swallowed, either carefully considering his words or else half-convinced already that they were going to be rejected as soon as they were put to voice. "I--" He sounded so nervous, the poor thing, and Sparrow had to wonder just what it was that he feared Frost would deny him. But Galen, too, seemed surprised by the hesitant uncertainty in his own voice, because he actually paused for a moment to visibly regather his confidence; Sparrow watched him relax, tension flooding from his shoulders, and she saw him meet Frost's eyes. "I want my lips around your cock," Galen said, all traces of bashfulness gone from his voice, and Sparrow's brows lifted. She'd certainly been expecting something worse than asking to give Frost a blowjob, even if the words were more creative than anything that would've ever come out of her mouth.

For all she was surprised, though, Frost simply seemed amused. "That's it?"

"That's first," Galen corrected, and the more he spoke, the more his familiar confidence seemed to return to him.