It feels like it.

Tossing and turning, Beast Boy grunts in frustration. He'd been lying in bed for half an hour, but he was too awake, too pent up, to find a way to sleep. Furthermore, the lingering sensation of Raven's hand on his back, her voice, soft and sweet with compassion and care, played and replayed in his mind. It was driving him wild. And his cock... he didn't know if it'd ever been so hard before! With a growl, he rips the blankets and clothes away from him, then grabs his dick in his fist, jerking off to thoughts of the woman just rooms away, anything to assuage the fire churning and burning within him.

"Fuck... Raven! You're so... I want you... I... need you... to... FUCK!" In his wild need for release, he doesn't realize his voice has grown into a near shout, the desperation causes blood to roar in his ears. He doesn't hear the swish of his door, nor does he she the woman standing and staring, wide-eyed, at him. Not until, unable to bring himself the release he craves, shouts and slams his hand down onto the bed. Only then does he open his eyes, noticing Raven standing stock still, her eyes open wide, right on his throbbing manhood.

Caught off guard, neither can bring themselves to make a move, nor utter a sound. Slowly, her gaze drifts upwards, taking in his abs, his pecs, stopping once they're both looking into the others eyes. Only then does she find her ability to speak. "Beast... Boy?" But before he can respond, before he can do more than twitch, she flees from his room.