⤴️ forward, hands clasped as he locks their fingers together.

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.

I've changed my mind we're enemies again

⤴️ inside yet, and his partner is already driving him wild. Internally, Ray is grateful he can just straddle the limbless one's chest, far too worked up to think too hard about his body right now. Get in there, you. Get in where you belong.

It's the reverse, really, but Ray probably could do it to him if he seduced Krypt into this position, hehe... ❤️