Ryouma groaned. "I was enjoying the show." he murmured sitting up. A sigh escaped him as he crawled over to them and pulled N to him. "You look beautiful, your skin glowing with need." he whispered. Then he looked at Makoto and slid his hand up his other half's chest as he maneuvered N into his lap and began massaging just under the waistband of the boy's pants.