It's hard to do this, unable to see Max's face in full. What was he feeling, right now? At least Rayne could rely on his body language, the way his breathing picks up, his hips shift so subtly. Rayne's own hips move, somewhat less subtly, to he can press himself harder against Max, grinding up on him.

"I do." He won't get wordy with this, won't betray his own nature to share and show what he wants to do.

"And you? Do you want me?" The question is asked as Rayne's hand travels back down his thigh, slipping towards his inner thigh, feeling him up but never quite reaching his groin. Not yet, at least.