[G'raha is the sort to babble when he's topping, and without inhibitions... yeah.]

I hope you know-- you're beautiful. In all your lovely contrast...

[he's taking that encouragement too, fucking him rougher, barely keeping enough breath in him to keep talking. his hands are gripping Raven's hips hard enough to bruise, unintended but not something he really minds at the moment either.]

M'I good for you too...? I'd-- loathe to disappoint-!