[raven shudders hard, and he's also thinking along the same lines--of dante tearing his clothes off and bending him over, rawing him right there on the couch, making him scream dante's name--and he almost sobs as he feels that restraint over the bond, wanting deliriously to shake it off completely, to make dante let go of whatever's holding him back]

You... ass. Of course I... I d-don't want that, I want--you.