Rhy may have more experience, and he might be acting cool and collected, but his composure cracks a bit when Wilhelm finally voices his desire so bluntly. His breath brushes Rhy's skin, the whisper tickling his ear, and he can't help himself: he shivers, visibly, that request more a promise that shoots through him with an anticipatory jolt that goes straight to his cock. The bulge begins to grow in the front of his trousers. And they happen to be tight.

"I want to feel your mouth on me," he murmurs back, stumbling forward when Wilhelm tugs him along.

"I know you'll feel so good." Another kiss, which he ends in a teasing pinch of teeth at Wilhelm's lower lip. His hands settle on the boy's hips, guiding him to turn so Rhy's back is facing the clean bed instead, and he can sit when his thighs hit the edge.

"But first. I want to see you. Undress."