The first is easy -- tiny, and slips into Sinjir's body with barely a push. He squeezes down around it, his eyes flickering closed. He can feel the string connecting it to the next. Looks up, into Ba'al's eyes, and that's a mistake, because it makes him shiver, a wave of tension traveling up his spine.

He presses the second in, drawing a slow and shuddering breath. It's also easy.

"I don't know," he admits.

He can feel the weight of the first two inside of him. He toys with the third, rubbing it against himself, fingers getting it nice and slick. Starts to work it in, and his breath catches. Bites into his lip. A soft moan as it settles inside with the others.