Rhy's touch, electric on the back of his neck and his scalp, holds him in this moment. Whatever awful things are happening outside the sanctuary of this room, Wilhelm has forgotten to worry about them. He almost forgets about a certain boy who stole his heart and broke it.

Almost. As he learns Rhy's body, it's impossible not to think about how he wishes he'd had more time to learn Simon's, studying him in the soft light of morning, mapping him with hands and mouth. But he doesn't think about it for long. Rhy deserves his full attention.

Which is what he receives, as Wilhelm laps up the pearl of precum before plunging down further, swallowing as much of his cock as he can. He hasn't figured out how to soften his throat to make the most of his mouth's cramped space, but hopefully enthusiasm counts as much as skill.

Hollowing his cheeks, holding him tight, he slides his mouth up Rhy's shaft. A quick flick of his tongue around the flushed head, and down he dives again. When his mouth is full, he cups Rhy's balls, thumb brushing the base of his cock.