Blaine reared back, saddling Ren on his lap, pulling on his heads as he would coke, again and again, another food surfing, stretching his belly abd feeling the excess rushing out around him. As Ren clung to his own limits, to stay out ifcthe haze, getting put through the writer, eventually Blaine would lay her back down, twisting Ren around and shifting angles, folding him slowly.