This was something. Something out of... he wasn't even sure what. It was still hard to believe this was happening.<br/><br/>But most of him was caught up in the moment.<br/><br/>Rayner let himself fall without a fight, bouncing on the soft fabric, leaving him from just above the knees up on the bed. Granted, at present Tellus was doing her best to obscure the view of him, enticing a growl growing in volume and sharpness from him, kissing aggressively and not only straddling him. She was into the hip motions already, grinding against him. For half a moment that took an uncertainty as well, all going rather incredibly fast, before he start rocking his hips right back against hers, direct desire for direct motion. And as she lifted her head, he threw in a sharp buck, plenty of bodily strength to jounce her enough to pay some note to, tiny as she was.<br/><br/>He could play too. Hell, maybe Tellus was better, but this wasn't the moment for second guessing things. If Celeste wanter her full on in the game, he was going to keep right up.<br/><br/>She was in charge all of the sudden, and good at it- but he had one last surprise to throw for her. When the little thing whispered in his ear, Rayner froze for all of only a second, enough to give her a little glimpse as she pulled away. And then he started to overflow with bubbling laughter, grabbing her rump with a hand through the mutual grinding and squeezing tight, even as jeans interfered. The grinding continued, little jolts from his groin out into his body, and with each motion the ends of the long trailing braids tickled his chest, bouncing about.<br/><br/>In sharp contrast to Celeste fighting her embarrassment, however, Rayner's eyes were all over her nearly as much as Tellus.<br/><br/>The rest was bliss. If he could have grown harder he would have, shaft throbbing already as he tried to curb the headrush of excitement, watching the women kiss hard and fast, deep and passionate, and Celeste creep bit by bit into it, kissing back while Tellus fondled her.<br/><br/>It was a great sight, and for the moment, he had far from any objection in his mind to being the bottom. He didn't waste any time in snaking his one free hand to do some groping of his own- and he most certainly took care of the bottom half. He was used to taking it slower, even when they went fast, but he made an exception- rubbing straight from Cel's thigh right over her pussy, pressing firmly and moving quickly, applying special pressure up near the clit, and rubbing quickly, skipping any pretense of playing with her legs. The other delayed long enough to give a good jerk at the front of Tellus' jeans- undoing the button and starting the zipper partyway, stopping where it got difficult to just as quickly move under Celeste as well, upper body preoccupied with the redhead while his torso rocked ind waves, already in motion with the... technicolor head.