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.