[His eyes flicker out and away, toward Rye's hand and the sight of it on his cock, stroking slowly. He groans at the visual - squirms, hips working helplessly against the hold. His own cock, curved hard and red against his stomach, gives another long twitch, a new drop of precome trailing down the length of it]

I - jesus, yes, I want you to fuck me. I want you to - to put it in, I want your fingers deeper, I - god, suck me, take me in your mouth, I won't stop talking, just, jesus, suck me off, please.

[The words stutter to a stop for a moment as Rye finally takes his cock into his mouth, a long, wavering moan shuddering out of him. His hips press upward, working helplessly against Rye's hold]

O-oh my god, that's - just like that, that feels so good. H-holy crap, your mouth is so good, your tongue's so hot, and w-wet, and - [His voice breaks, when Rye swallows, hips flexing sharply as he attempts to buck up into it] Jesus, yes, that - do that again, that feels amazing, keep - keep going -