A warm shiver zips up his spine, for the blunt drag of Rhy's nails along his scalp as much as his heady praise. He got the reaction he wanted. Grinning to himself, he finishes loosening the laces.

"He told me that you'd been together."

He says this as if it's a secret, though apparently neither Rhy nor Jesper hold an ounce of shame for their affairs. With the front panel of Rhy's trousers flopped open, Wilhelm can now sneak his hand inside the layers of fabric. He tiptoes his touch along the hot, hard swell of Rhy's trapped cock. Hungrily tugs the loose garment down his thighs to free him. Want throbs in his own cock, squeezes the air out of him for a second.

"I've..." Eyes tilting to the floor, he leans his cheek against Rhy's thigh, where all the fine fabric is bunched. He swallows. "I've thought about it. You and him...being together."

As he makes his confession, he takes Rhy in hand and tests him with a slow stroke — which might indicate something about the context in which Wilhelm has thought about it. His cheeks heat, and an apology shadows his expression. What the hell is he thinking, saying something like that? If someone were to blurt out that they got horny watching the video of him and Simon, he'd feel sick to his stomach. Moments like that aren't meant to be intruded on.