[He whines and shivers as Rye works him deeper, hips flexing against the hold, squirming to try and move, to press further into the incredible wet heat]

Ah, god, yeah, that's - that's perfect, that feels - that feels so good. Your mouth is so hot, I just - g-god, I need more, I need you to suck me off, I need -

[The words taper off as Rye takes him deeper in; he whines, softly, at the light suction and the feel of Rye's throat working as he swallows]

Jesus, that's good. That's - every time you do that it feels like I'm about to lose it. S'just - this ripple, and g-god, your mouth oughtta be illegal, it feels too good, it -

[That's about as far as he gets, before Rye's fingers find that spot inside him. His words cut off with a startled cry of pleasure; his hips, no longer held in place by Rye's grip, jackknife up off the mattress, pressing him forward the rest of the way into Rye's throat. He rocks in time with the thrusts of Rye's fingers, grinding back against the pressure agaisnt that spot inside him, pressing up ito the soft wet heat of Rye's mouth]

O-oh my god, that's - y-yeah, there, touch me there. It feels so good - just like that, keep going, please, god -