[His lips are slightly parted; he licks at them, unconsciously, hand moving to rub Rye through the climax, working at his cock to draw the pleasure out]
[His cheeks are flushed red, from Rye's words and from the mental picture they paint. It's impossible to hide the way he squirms, when they're pressed together this firmly - impossible to hide the way his cock begins to fill out the rest of the way in earnest, when Rye says he wants to tie him down and make him beg, and only gets harder from there]
[The vials in his hand are forgotten, still; he's caught up in the sound of Rye's moan, the way his hips move against his palm]
Even thinking about it got to you pretty bad, huh?
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[His lips are slightly parted; he licks at them, unconsciously, hand moving to rub Rye through the climax, working at his cock to draw the pleasure out]
[His cheeks are flushed red, from Rye's words and from the mental picture they paint. It's impossible to hide the way he squirms, when they're pressed together this firmly - impossible to hide the way his cock begins to fill out the rest of the way in earnest, when Rye says he wants to tie him down and make him beg, and only gets harder from there]
[The vials in his hand are forgotten, still; he's caught up in the sound of Rye's moan, the way his hips move against his palm]
Even thinking about it got to you pretty bad, huh?