The door to Glich's personal quarters clicked shut behind Tryn, the sound echoing in the dimly lit room. He glanced over at Glich, who was completely engrossed in the papers scattered across his desk. Tryn couldn't help but smirk at the sight, his mind already racing with the possibilities of the evening.
Without a word, Tryn began to undress, slowly unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his toned chest. He watched as Glich's eyes flicked up from his papers, widening at the sight of Tryn's bare skin. Tryn's smirk grew wider as he saw the hunger in Glich's gaze, knowing exactly what he was doing to him.
Glich stood up from his desk, approaching Tryn with a predatory grace. Tryn held his ground, watching as Glich's four hands reached out towards him. He let out a playful laugh as he slapped Glich's hands away, a teasing glint in his eye. "Not so fast, four-handed wonder," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.
Glich pouted at the rejection, but Tryn could see the desire burning in his eyes. He relented, allowing Glich to explore his body with those extra hands. Glich's touch was electric, his hands roaming over Tryn's chest and marveling at the feeling of muscle beneath his fingertips.
Tryn's breath hitched as Glich's hands wandered lower, his fingertips brushing against the waistband of his pants. He had a bit of a fetish for hands, and Glich had four of them. It was almost too much.
Glich noticed Tryn's reaction and grinned, pressing him against the wall with his extra hands pinning Tryn's arms above his head. Tryn squirmed, unable to break free from Glich's grip. He felt a thrill of excitement run through him as Glich's lips brushed against his neck.
Glich's hands started to wander, one tracing patterns on Tryn's chest while the other undid his pants. Tryn gasped as he felt Glich's hand brush against his thigh. He was already hard, his body responding to Glich's touch before he even had a chance to think.
Glich's fourth hand slipped into Tryn's pants, wrapping around his growing arousal. Tryn's head fell back against the wall, a low moan escaping his lips. Glich started to stroke him, his movements slow and deliberate. Tryn's hips bucked, seeking more friction.
Glich leaned in, his lips brushing against Tryn's ear. "You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his breath hot against Tryn's skin. Tryn could only nod, unable to form words. Glich's hand felt so good, and he couldn't get enough.
Glich continued to stroke him, his other hand still exploring Tryn's chest. Tryn felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He was panting now, his breaths coming in short gasps.
Suddenly, Glich pulled away. Tryn protested, but Glich silenced him with a kiss. "Not yet," he said, his voice husky with desire.
Tryn growled in frustration, but Glich just grinned. He knew exactly what he was doing, and Tryn was powerless to resist.
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