[He shivers a little, delicately, as Rye kisses along the sensitive skin of his neck]

[And if he opts to uncork the vial with his teeth so that his other hand can stay right where it is, tracing over the shape of Rye's cock through his jeans, well - surely he can be excused for wanting to see if he can get another of those soft groans]

[He drinks the contents of the vial down - licks at his lips]

...kinda tastes like raspberry.