Like ripples spreading across water, seeing Rhy so affected by his words, his touch, affects him in turn. It thrums through him. The full-body thaw that began under Rhy's heated kiss quickens. The nip at his lower lip, hands pushing at his hips. Rhy, arranged so nicely on the bed, anticipating him. The firm command — undress. All of it pools deep inside of him as heat, stealing away his speech so that all he can do is nod.

I want. I want. He wants so many things. And he's not afraid to reach out and take them now.

Wilhelm pulls off his shirt like the drape of fabric against his skin aggravates him. Underneath it, he's slender in the way of all young men still filling out, subtle muscles contrasting with soft skin. He yanks off his boots. As he unfastens his pants, which are tented in front, his eyes flit away from Rhy. Nervous and excited in equal measure for the weight of Rhy's eyes on him, he finishes stripping. And then Wilhelm is draped only in the glow of the sunset slanting through the window and the shadows gathering inside his room. His cock stands flushed and full.

Drawing closer to Rhy, running his hands through his dark hair, he studies him with soft, bright eyes. His fingers flutter down his chest, slipping into his collar, before landing on his thighs. Curious, he traces the hard line of Rhy's cock through his trousers. Imagines its heat filling his mouth. His breath falls out in a sigh.

The look he presses into Rhy asks for him: do you like what you see?