Admit it, Ratio, even if you like it when I behave you love it when I...! [ he's cut off, the words melting into pure nonsense as he moans, the feeling of getting filled up all at once making his entire body quiver in pleasure. he shuts his eyes, panting heavily as he claws at the chair beneath him, finding purchase to help cement ratio's brutal pace by slamming himself back into him. ] Yesyesyesyesyesyessss. More, doc, you... ahhn, this, yesss. [ what is a coherent thought? ]