[Underneath the bodysuit, his skin is warm, actually the temperature it ought to be; it matches the way he looks, flushed and heated from the feel of Rye moving against him]

[He shudders hard at the nip to his earlobe - at the words leaving Rye's mouth. His hips haven't stopped moving yet, restless and searching, and every couple of thrusts, he shivers hard and grinds against Rye as he presses against him, finding an angle that's just right]

O-oh yeah? What, uh. What'd you get?