"Very good," he tells Wilhem softly, and the way he says it, the words are only warm praise, not at all patronizing. Rhy lifts his chin when he steps closer, eyes on Wilhelm's face at first, watching his expressions shift. Then, he lets his gaze drag very obviously, slowly downward.

He lifts a hand when Wilhelm's within reach again, thumb tracing the curve of his ribcage before his palm settles on the boy's waist. Slides down to his hip.

"You're lovely."

A shaky breath escapes him. His cock pushes against the cloth very obviously, an unmistakable bulge in his too-snug trousers, and Rhy bites his lip. If Wilhelm had any doubts he likes what he sees, the physical proof would be impossible to ignore beneath his curious fingertips.

"Help me with the laces," he orders easily, in that same warm honey voice. There are no edges in it, no or else or even forcefulness; he says it in a way that has already assumed Wilhelm will not only obey, but want to.

It's the same exact way he bids Wilhelm, "On your knees."