If he was a more expressive man, he might be showing some form of amusement on his face, from the way Cater was reacting to everything he did. Perfect -- each little reaction pushes him further.

Keeping his eyes up on Cater's face now, he attempts to memorize every detail. The way his face flushed, that blush working its way down his skin. The twitching of his stomach muscles, the way his lips were parted. The look in his eyes, the struggle to keep himself together.

"We are."

Rayne confirms, before he takes the other teen's tip into his mouth again, clearly planning to use both his mouth and hand to bring him to that orgasm. What better way, really, to punish him for his actions and prove that Cater was his and his alone?

How many times could Cater handle it, before he cried? Before he was a mess, barely able to keep himself coherent, both in speech and in thought?