Who was he to deny the woman what she wanted? He wasn't the one who was pushing for it, he wasn't the one who had initiated any of it. The husky hadn't corrected her mistake, he was not his brother, not in a million life times would he ever resemble the male in personality or physically. Was it wrong that he didn't set her straight? Or was it wrong of her to allow herself to be so delude? Lysander knew what he did next was wrong, but that didn't stop him, he had given the Aniwaya member a fair shot at realizing her mistake.
Pushing her gently to the ground, Lysander climb atop the female. The stage of foreplay passed pretty quickly, a few quick kisses and caresses were all he could muster. It did not matter at any rate, as drunk as she was the woman was as receptive as she would ever be. With skill acquired by much practice, Lysander quickly placed the appendage of his body into the appropriate hole and set to work. Back and forth he rocked above her, for him it was just a way to pass the time. No romance, no meaning, he was only doing what he knew she wanted. In some skewed way, Lysander even decided he was doing her a favor.