Alistair stood back, watching the show Flynn put on for him. At the Braixen's request, he walked up, cock already springing back up. "If you still want to," he replied, taking a hold of Flynn's legs. He smiled warmly, rubbing the head of his member against Flynn's pussy. "Now then. Here, or here," he asked, switching from his pink slit to rub his real pucker, figuring Flynn should get a say this time.