Angilo guides him - her? him. It's still Rayne, after all - back towards the mirror, fascinated by the slightness of his frame, the curves in such perfect and unfamiliar places.
"Can I?" he asks, tugging gently at the sheet, standing behind Rayne so that both of them are visible in the mirror.
He has to lean down further than he expects to speak into Rayne's ear, and the familiar/unfamiliar eyes that reflect back at him send a strange thrill to his center.
A sort of weak thrill rushes through him, catching hard on the arousal - yeah, definitely arousal - spreading through his abdomen. He's flushing again, kind of nervously horrified at the idea of Angilo's eyes on him, the way his were a few minutes ago.
But he can imagine the lust that he'd see there, in Angilo's gaze. Wonders what details Angilo would catch on, what he'd see, where Rayne felt from the inside.
Rayne lets out a breath.
"Yeah," he says, "okay." And he lets the sheet slip down, revealing breasts, the thinly muscled stomach, the hips that now he makes no effort to hide.
"God," Angilo sighs, caught between looking at Rayne's back, narrower now, with a more pronounced roundness to his hips, his ass, and he can just imagine how that would feel in his hands as Rayne rode him, soft curves over muscle, and...
But then his eyes catch in the mirror, the slight swell of Rayne's breasts, his belly, less defined but still lean; the dark-thatched V between his legs that is so bizarre and so arousing at the same time.
He slides his hand across Rayne's stomach, keeping his touch light, gaze fixed on their reflections.
Rayne's eyes are fixed on Angilo's, in the mirror, a little wide, a little dark. He looks like he might devour Rayne, and the lust sharpens to an ache between Rayne's legs. A heavy sort of yearning, and this isn't - isn't at all what arousal used to feel like.
He inhales, so soft, at the touch of Angilo's hand, a sensitive tremor flickering underneath the skin. Shifts backwards, just a hint, drawing them closer together, not sure whether it's out of a wish for security or a the daring attitude that gets him in trouble more often than he should let it.
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"Can I?" he asks, tugging gently at the sheet, standing behind Rayne so that both of them are visible in the mirror.
He has to lean down further than he expects to speak into Rayne's ear, and the familiar/unfamiliar eyes that reflect back at him send a strange thrill to his center.
"Please, Derek, let me see you?"
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But he can imagine the lust that he'd see there, in Angilo's gaze. Wonders what details Angilo would catch on, what he'd see, where Rayne felt from the inside.
Rayne lets out a breath.
"Yeah," he says, "okay." And he lets the sheet slip down, revealing breasts, the thinly muscled stomach, the hips that now he makes no effort to hide.
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But then his eyes catch in the mirror, the slight swell of Rayne's breasts, his belly, less defined but still lean; the dark-thatched V between his legs that is so bizarre and so arousing at the same time.
He slides his hand across Rayne's stomach, keeping his touch light, gaze fixed on their reflections.
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He inhales, so soft, at the touch of Angilo's hand, a sensitive tremor flickering underneath the skin. Shifts backwards, just a hint, drawing them closer together, not sure whether it's out of a wish for security or a the daring attitude that gets him in trouble more often than he should let it.
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