After a little while, the left hand moved to the back of Rafayel's head, holding him there to keep him from escaping.
Then, as for the right hand—it simply continued downward and, through the fabric of Rafayel's pants, touched his genitals.
When Rafayel hurriedly shifted his hips back in surprise, the hand supporting the back of his head gently steadied him, and the touch on his waist grew firmer—but not forceful.
Rafayel, unsure of how to respond to the sudden closeness, lightly tapped Orinus's shoulder in a quiet attempt to signal a pause.
However, instead of withdrawing, Orinus only smiled softly, misinterpreting Rafayel's gesture as encouragement rather than hesitation.
His hands moved with care, exploring Rafayel's reactions, attentive to his comfort.
As Rafayel gradually began to respond to the warmth and gentleness, the tension in his body eased, and he allowed himself to be present in the moment, his breathing matching the quiet rhythm between them.
"Ah… mm… no…!"
