Crow certainly feels Rean's pleasure and arousal. Not just in the two very hard cocks rubbing on him, one against his thigh and one against his ass, but just. From Rean. Around him, a heavy and pleasant lust that isn't just that, it's love and desire and affection and want.

And Rean leaving a mark in the shape of his teeth on Crow's shoulder before moving.

There's a slight, heart-assisted reconfiguration, so Crow's still on Rean's lap, with Rean teasingly grinding against him, but he's facing the other Rean now, pulled out of his first kiss to be kissing the other one, but only briefly.

"Can you manage to lower yourself without help?"