[It would be hard to guess he came not that long ago, if Rye didn't know; certainly he's fully hard again, cock red and decidedly damp with the precome. He shudders hard when Rye catches at the spot under the head - just barely manages to bite down a whimper, when that finger traces soft circles over the very tip. His hips rock forward, and he flushes deeper, glancing out toward the people watching - manages to force himself still again]

[When he speaks, his voice is pitched low, for Rye rather than the people passing by the bed, the words rushed and breathless]

J-jesus. That's - I want it. I want you. I want you to - to rail me. Like just - really go to town, do whatever you wanna do to me, to make you feel good.

[This time, he doesn't quite manage to tamp down on the whimper, hips lurching forward when Rye pinches his nipple. His cheeks are dark with the words leaving his mouth; he ducks his head, humiliation coiling with want inside him]

It's really - really getting to me. The teasing. Makes me - makes me want more so bad I can't stand it.