He tried to keep his hand going- faltering and slowing pace slightly as Celeste kissed him once, and then again on the lips, gently, but with enough passion to draw him out, making soft motions of his lips as his chest rose high and fell, her hand tracing a line of lightning down his skin, tingling pleasantly. Rayner didn't understand what was going on in her mind, but he reacted to the honesty in the touch simply, and reciprocated. It was a little strange; funny, to have such an intimate moment, entirely unexpectedly, while someone watched. He'd forgotten, for the moment.<br/><br/>His fingers stopped, spreading, though his hand stayed for a moment until Celeste's own closed around his hand, and slowly guided it up above his head. He didn't fight it even a bit this time, not so much as the instinctual tightening of his muscles as the animal part of his mind wished to probe for escape just as much as it wanted to focus on Celeste.<br/><br/>She controlled everything like this- between his pace and the bondage. The pace, the tone, the slow motion of his lips, following her lead and gently giving back, a tiny sound of pleasure in his throat as the growls and groaning died away into something gentler.<br/><br/>Celeste pressed herself down without warning, and for the second, he just let loose, lips still in a moan into hers before he found pace again.<br/><br/>The panic might have been gone, but his eyes were as heavy with sex in a much less frantic way, a sultry smooth lust that tied itself into patterns of beauty with the swell of emotions that came up from him, rather than just playing on it's pure base strength. His eyes were just vaguely unfocused; lost on all but Celeste as she sat up and pressed herself down, earning a rise for a moment as with one long fluttering breath he pulled hard- but not fast- with each of his limbs, hips and chest rising as he pulled the ropes tight as they'd go, bunching muscles and lifting Celeste from the bed, before he settled down in again.<br/><br/>There wasn't much to describe what she did after. It wasn't sex as expected. She just lay still, wrapped over him, and laid gently against him, except to now and again move her body slightly, twisting and shifting her walls around him. It was such a tiny motion, but in the long pauses, a quiet tension built and each came like a waterfall of sensation over him, washing across his body with a sharp breath and a sigh, letting her rest against him.<br/><br/>"I love you, Celeste."<br/><br/>Once, low and half whispered.<br/><br/>It was the only thing he'd say all the while.