[His hips cant forward into Rye, as those hands on his nipples grow more demanding; they're definitely hard by now, the shape of them visible through the thin fabric of his body suit]

[The hands on Rye's buttons are trembling a little, but they reach the hem anyway - smooth their way up again, over the now-bare chest, to push the shirt back from his shoulders]

Oh yeah? You been waking up nights with something you want me to finish off lately?