Raylin jumped when the plate bounced and rolled across the floor. He looked up just in time to feel himself get locked into a kiss. His features flushing bright red. The kiss was sweet. It was passionate. And it was slow moving. It was everything he had imagined a first kiss would be like and then some. His eyes closed a bit as he shyly let him kiss him. Not sure what to do. He felt warmth on his lips. He heard the audible cracks of the dragon man's internal flames. He was a little nervous as he hadn't been kissed before. He hadn't expected it. He wasn't sure what was happening. Yet at the same time he trusted Azrial. He heard the words in his head. Don't be afraid. It wouldn't hurt. Those words still the racing of his heart. Brought it back to a calm pace.<br/><br/>He felt an incredible heat on his lower stomach as Azrial rubbed it. He heard more words. His lips parting on its own accord as the tongue trailed over his lips. He was slowly giving into the heat. Falling under Azrial's spell slowly. Falling into the hypnotic words as passed through his mind. His mind giving into the words. Following the words and let the heat take him away. His form starting to press into the man more. His form going somewhat limp. Hearing the flames get louder and louder. Feeling the heat spreading up. His body going numb but the heat stayed. It overpowered the senses yet not in a scary or bad way. It relaxed him so he was held up mostly by the arm hooked around him. His body limp and resting in the man's hold. His mind and body giving into it completely now. Succumbing to the heat of the spell. To the heat he felt. Completely relaxed and at peace inside the warmth.<br/><br/>He didn't even register that he was lifted up. His body felt it but didn't react. His body felt the rubbing of his lower stomach. The heat was so soothing and kept the mind and body numb. He didn't hear the doors locking. He could feel and see the flames in his mind. They were so pretty. So many colors, sizes and patterns of the flickering flame. It made him feel safe and cared about. Loved by a source outside of his family. Like he was a special treasure that could not be easily replaced. Hearing the song and listened to it as it was so beautiful. He felt the orb being pressed into his stomach. His stomach very warm and heated by the flames he saw in his mind. He didn't feel anything more than light pressure but the music kept playing in his mind and relaxed him further.<br/><br/>He heard the music and only a slight twitching told that he had lightly felt the burning of the pattern of the scar forming on his body. His eyes were closed but he wasn't afraid. He was just confused by the burning on his stomach. Yet it only partily registered as there. He still felt on fire but it didn't burn. It didn't make him sweat. It just made him nice and cozy like coccooned inside blankets safe and secure. His mind began to follow the instructions. His mind coming back to consciousness as he was released from the spell. His eyes slowly fluttered open.<br/><br/>He looked up at him. Confused by what had happened. His cheeks a bit flushed still. "Its okay." He said shyly. "I understand...sorta." He looked down at his stomach. "Why is there a scar there?" He asked softly. He looked up at his friend. His cheeks staying flushed as he felt the rubbing where his slightly bulged belly was. Leaning into Azrial as he felt really tired for some reason. "Okay...I feel kinda tired now. What all happened. There was music and your voice in my head. I was so relaxed...it was strange but nice." he said softly.