Rhy groans, a soft, low rumble moving from his chest to his throat. He isn't shy about his sounds in bed, rewards his lovers with them liberally; Wilhelm will not have to wonder if he's enjoying what he's doing.

The extra stimulation from Wilhelm's hand elicits a sigh. His fingers continue stroking the boy's hair-- and then, experimentally, he tightens his grip. Gently, at first. Just enough to let Wilhelm feel the tug as a presence there at the back of his scalp.

"You don't have to take it all," he murmurs. "Just as much as feels comfortable. You feel so good. Mmh, keep using your tongue, just like that..."