The starry look that settles on his face — too intent to be described as dazed, an impression of aftershock like some implosion has collapsed his thoughts — tells Rhy that he's imagining it right now. Two bodies cradling him. Two pairs of hands igniting his skin, two mouths teasing him. Glowing pink, Wilhelm buries his face in Rhy's thigh with an embarrassed groan.

"I don't know," he admits, muffled against skin. That's the naked truth. Just watching, he would feel like an intruder, inheriting all the excess awkwardness Rhy and Jesper so easily slough off. Sharing them is overwhelming enough in theory never mind in practice. "I'm pretty sure I would, like...explode."

He laughs softly, keeping his hand busy with Rhy's cock. His grip tightens at the base, releases at the top. His thumb languidly circles the head. Though he keeps his face hidden, he keens into Rhy's touch. Before Rhy can probe further, he tilts to press a kiss to his shaft, smears his lips up to the tip, which he traces with his tongue. There's something defiant in his eye, daring Rhy to tease him.