[ Janus is talkative when they're aroused. Rafa gives them a fangy grin, evidence of his own interest in this. ]

As you like. Shall I help?

[ His tone is teasing. He sits up on his knees. His hands make short work of his belt, and he discards it on the floor. His pants are opened then, and he draws them down over his hips, kicks them onto the floor with the belt. It leaves him more naked than Janus, finally; his own dick is hard and purpling at the head, eager for contact. He continues ignoring it, and returns his attention to Janus.

He slides his hand along their shaft, and a moment later moves forward, pushing them back and sitting on top. Leaning forward, he lets his groin rub against Janus', and he wraps his hand around both of them. His strokes now are less precise, but they make his eyes flutter closed and he groans. ]

Give me your hand. [ He says, thickly, to Janus. He holds his free hand out. ]