[He really is flexible; his leg goes easily, spreading him almost obscenely wide. He flushes, a little, at being put so on display - bites at his lip. He can't help the way his hips are still rocking, trying to get those fingers in deeper]

Y-yeah. It's real hot, when you pin me down. When - when you get to decide what I can and can't do.

[When Rye's fingers finally relent and seek out the spot inside him again, he groans long and low - grinds down on them, trying to get more]

[But all too soon they're pulling back, and he shudders, hard, cock bobbing in open air. He shifts and shivers as Rye sucks a mark onto his own thigh - outright whimpers, when his tongue traces the length of his cock]

Oh, jesus - that's - keep doing that. Christ, please, I - your tongue's so good. I can't - I - it really gets me going, not being able to finish. I feel like - like I'm gonna go crazy. I -

[The flush is all the way to his ears, by now; his cock leaks another long trail of precome, but this time he doesn't reach to take it in hand. He reaches instead for his own mouth - bites down, hard, on the fleshy part of his thumb to shut himself up]