His groan melts over Wilhelm's skin, trickles down to pool deep in his belly. The pulling at his hair, like the persuasion of gravity, presses into him the dizzying thought that Rhy wants this as much as he does. It's nice to be wanted in the spaces you choose for yourself. Wilhelm breathes in through his nose, inhaling Rhy's spiced scent, then out again in a rush. With each murmur of encouragement, his confidence kindles brighter.

"Mm," he hums when he's got his mouth full of Rhy's cock.

He settles into a rhythm, bobbing up and down Rhy's shaft. Squeezing him in the wet heat of his mouth, slurping hungrily at the head while pumping him. Slanting into a quicker pace, his own impatience getting the better of him.

Before long, Wilhelm is squirming on his knees. His hips wiggle, his toes curl. His rhythm stumbles as he grabs his cock, gives himself a good stroke, and his sigh splashes hot over Rhy's flushed skin. When his eyes rise up, a little embarrassment lingers in his expression, but it surrenders to the pleasure commanding him. Picking up where he left off, he swallows Rhy's length again.