For his efforts, Wilhelm is rewarded with a soft moan, and Rhy's fingers rifling through his hair again, stroking the back of his neck with feather-light hints of his nails.

"Keep going, darling," he murmurs, low and encouraging, but he doesn't press. His cock against Wilhelm's fingers is hot and heavy, moisture beading at the tip for him to lick away before he starts to go down. Rhy keeps himself still, resisting the urge to lift his hips, to see what Wilhelm will do if he decides to be greedy. Another time, perhaps. Once they've felt each other out a little more.

"I want to feel more of you. No need to be shy."

When he notices Wilhelm's gaze flicking up to him, Rhy graces him with a warm, reassuring smile. And a wink.