Blaine reared back, saddling Ren on his lap, pulling on his ears as he would come, again and again, another flood surging, stretching his belly and feeling the excess rushing out around him. As Ren clung to his own limits, to stay out of the haze, getting put through the wringer, eventually Blaine would lay her back down, twisting Ren around and shifting angles, folding him slowly.