[He makes a soft noise of pleasure, at the feel of Rye's fingers toying with his nipple - shudders, hard, as Rye grinds into him]

[His hips have fallen into ceaseless motion; they shift, and shift, and shift again, a restless quest for more. His hands smooth up over Rye's bare chest, exploring the newly exposed skin]

I - I mean. I'm up late usually, just saying.

Some nights I got stuff to do, but - lots of times, I ain't busy.