Rayner managed not to cum, despite Celeste's continued testing even while he was already on edge, but he certainly seemed to be taking some effort to do it.<br/><br/>He whimpered, so much so it might actually have been pitiful, or adorable, or something outside of sex, in some miscellaneous way, when Celeste's sucking and tongue about his balls stopped. That had felt amazing, in a way that was hard to explain- something much less easily grasped than the short of pleasure stimulation of the shaft brought on. In the present situation though, she would probably forgive him the whimper. Still shaking, but slowly getting a hold of the whole prostate massage thing, much less that in tandem with the pussy clasping him, where it had been a bizarre novel experience and completely out of his control at first. Of course. It still felt good, but he wasn't bursting at the mere touch anymore.<br/><br/>Rayner might have liked to look at Celeste while she watched him, but his eyes were shut, pressed and restrained, while his teeth sunk into his lip hard, if not enough so to draw blood. With the wiggle of her finger it twinged as if from pain or discomfort, and the thrown back wave of pleasure seemed to wash over and sink into it before that had time to even register.<br/><br/>And then, with her okay, of sorts, Rayner buckled partway forward and straight up dropped Tellus, letting her collapse forward off of him- or if she held on tight enough, drag him down onto hands and knees- onto the bed, still buried inside her throbbing confines and panting, muscles bunching while he collected himself and lifted his head to look at Celeste, wiping hair away from his face- it wasn't quite long enough to get in his eyes, but it was slicked heavy on his brows.<br/><br/>And that sexual hunger surged up and became apparent just as soon as he'd had a few moments to recover, just from watching her lounge and ooze sex of her own, sex-aura be damned. Rayner sat up, gripping Tellus' ass and then pulled out. For a moment, he almost skipped tying her up at all. Partly because he was quite interested in just how she'd take to interfere, it sounded pleasant. But mostly because he was just about ready to crawl over to Celeste right then. But after a moment, even he, heated like an oven, obeyed, flipping Tellus over onto her belly without a hint of care. Rayner spread himself up, grabbing the ropes as he forced one hand out, and took a cue from Celeste. He'd never had any occasion to work on developing any sucking power, but he put all he had into closing his lips on a nipple and sucking hard as he tied her first wrist down, and then moved to the other to repeat for that wrist, all while looking at Sam up under his brows. Wrists done, he anything but gently pulled a leg to tight and tied it down, and then the other, leaving her just what little give her wrists had to get comfortable, so she wasn't literally suspended a hair's breadth off the bed.<br/><br/>And then, ignoring her and hard as a rock, he moved back across Tellus and came on his knees up to Celeste, chest heaving in controlled but heavy breath, restrained excitement, and took his time to start, reaching to lay one hand on one knee, and then one the other thigh, before spreading them out wide, not moving to stop her lounging in any other fashion. At this point though, she was very clearly in charge. Who was he to argue if she wanted him to do something else first, or go a different route, or if she preferred to ride him?