[grumbling... humping a pillow.]
Thoughts of how different his hand is now are all drowned out by how comfortably Mesis fits in his hold. The spaces between are a perfect fit. He whines, whimpers, squeezes tight. It's close. Just a bit more.
His smirk only grows, but he can't maintain it long. He's slowly losing himself. Lost in the sauce, as they say. He can feel the tension growing in his loins. Soon enough he won't be able to hold back anymore.
"I waaaaant it..." What a little whore, begging like that. "I want more..."
His smirk only grows, but he can't maintain it long. He's slowly losing himself. Lost in the sauce, as they say. He can feel the tension growing in his loins. Soon enough he won't be able to hold back anymore.
It's almost heartbreaking how faint it has become. He can't hide his pain, not like this, not anymore, and not from 'Mesis.
This will make it all better...
"G-Gods, Rayman," is all he can manage to say.
More accurately, he could've hurt it... That's so scary to imagine.
"I... I did too. Rayman? Gods I love you." He'd manage to say breathlessly.
"I... I did too. Rayman? Gods I love you." He'd manage to say breathlessly.
"I needed this," he whispers against his lips.
"I... I did too. Rayman? Gods I love you." He'd manage to say breathlessly.
But now he knows what's different... Hmm...
He returns Rayman's kiss with fervor, embracing him back, hands sliding up the backside of his hoodie.
He returns Rayman's kiss with fervor, embracing him back, hands sliding up the backside of his hoodie.
He returns Rayman's kiss with fervor, embracing him back, hands sliding up the backside of his hoodie.