Rayner didn't answer at first, but watched her take the nipple in her mouth keenly, sucking his own lips in to wet them with his tongue at the sight while he kept up the motion he'd started.<br/><br/>He didn't quite understand the attention at first, still watching them move at each other, but he started to notice distinctly as Celeste's eyes turned into saucers and she fixated in his direction. More specifically, on his shaft. Anticipation, excitement, and the general sex-haze in his head. The hand kept it's pace, but it looked faster as he added a quarter-twist with the motion, breath tightening as he did so, and slowly worked it more and more. The commentary and absolute focus between the two of them was a headrush, practically expecting them to dive in and start licking both at once at this rate. Celeste crawled up, elbow and knee, bit by bit, and he sucked in his breath, practically tensing. It felt better for them to touch him than to touch himself, but the expectation and wandering of his mind was getting him going in this case, not the actual physical feeling- it was the icing on the cake.<br/><br/>"Cel......"<br/><br/>He murmurred, half urgently as she stopped and watched, hands playing on his legs. The extra touch help, practically electric at this point, but it was probably Celeste's utter and complete fascination that really got him going. His fingers moved- top two or bottom two shifting turns, one set squeezing a little on the upstroke, the other on the downstroke, and he sped up slightly, panting lightly while he worked and just watched Cel's face, as a little dark dot started to form at the tip of the bulge in the silk.<br/><br/>He stopped a moment, in surprise, as he looked up and found his other wrist suddenly wrapped in rope, giving a little tug as if he was checking how tight it was himself. The top two fingers slowly rubbed up and down the bottom of his shaft through the silk, a little idle gesture as he took in the bondage for a moment, and finally Celeste spoke.<br/><br/>Watch-<br/><br/>He groaned and returned to the earlier motion, simple shift of the tugs up and then down, chest moving with the now slightly slower again motion, a pace he could keep up and tease himself along a bit with. His eyes were dead focused on Celeste, but she was right- even as he layed back, shuddering slightly and tensing his muscles in each limb as they started to tie it, he didn't fight back but seemed to resist each just slightly, out of reflex, while the hand rose and fell. Little flashes of warning, tiny pinpricks of fear went up in his mind, but kept on course it was just turning out to increase the frantic self service for the moment.<br/><br/>He didn't speak, but growled slightly, turning his head against Celeste's when she spoke to him, three restrained limbs pulling slightly as he lifted his hips from the bed and started to twist his hand around hard, a 180 from top to bottom of stroke, silk twisting about with it.<br/><br/>He kept that up, hips airborne, for several seconds before collapsing into the mattress again, hand still moving.