Ryouma nodded keeping his cool as his hands moved deftly over N's smooth pale skin. "I'll make you feel better." he whispered. He wasn't about to let N deal with the discomfort of being denied release. His hand slipped down N's pants and stroked him, his hand firm and gentle as he ran it up and down N's shaft. "Just relax, and I'll help you feel really good." he whispered. His voice seductive, though he kept his body in control.<br/><br/>He wanted to cuff Makoto upside the head for this. But N needed him to remain level headed, to not let his own hormones cloud his judgement. N's heart and soul were already fragile enough, and if he pushed things too far too fast, he could break, especially with Makoto's possessive attitude.