abraxaslogs | [closed] they told me all of my cages were mental

The surprise shows clearly on Rhy's face when Wilhelm goes for the laces with his mouth. It startles a laugh out of him, a brief bark of amusement; he meets Wilhelm's smirk with a grin, and a stroke of his fingers and blunt nails through the boy's hair.

"Oh, of course. He is a wicked creature, that one." He's only met Jesper on a few brief occasions, most of them involving Mat and not all of them involving clothing, but the overall impression is a fond one. Rhy doesn't know him very well, but he seems a very good friend to Mat. And perhaps to Wilhelm too... at least the sort of friend who teaches him things like this.

"I'll admit it is incredibly sexy. You must've been a good student." He scratches Wilhelm's scalp, down to the back of his neck, gentle and coaxing while he works. "I'll have to thank him later."

A warm shiver zips up his spine, for the blunt drag of Rhy's nails along his scalp as much as his heady praise. He got the reaction he wanted. Grinning to himself, he finishes loosening the laces.

"He told me that you'd been together."

He says this as if it's a secret, though apparently neither Rhy nor Jesper hold an ounce of shame for their affairs. With the front panel of Rhy's trousers flopped open, Wilhelm can now sneak his hand inside the layers of fabric. He tiptoes his touch along the hot, hard swell of Rhy's trapped cock. Hungrily tugs the loose garment down his thighs to free him. Want throbs in his own cock, squeezes the air out of him for a second.

"I've..." Eyes tilting to the floor, he leans his cheek against Rhy's thigh, where all the fine fabric is bunched. He swallows. "I've thought about it. You and him...being together."

As he makes his confession, he takes Rhy in hand and tests him with a slow stroke — which might indicate something about the context in which Wilhelm has thought about it. His cheeks heat, and an apology shadows his expression. What the hell is he thinking, saying something like that? If someone were to blurt out that they got horny watching the video of him and Simon, he'd feel sick to his stomach. Moments like that aren't meant to be intruded on.

Watching him through lidded eyes, Rhy allows the soft sighs and groans to escape him freely, encouraging. The smile spreads slow and warm across his lips, with only the faintest twitch of a wicked smirk, there and gone.

"It was a pleasant tryst. Though I seem to remember we both spent a majority of our attentions on Mat. Wanted to make him feel special."

His thumb strokes Wilhem's cheek. His hips roll up into the touch.

"Would you like that, Wilhelm? Jesper and me, on either side of you."

Rhy's fingers slide up to his ear next, stroking and rubbing, testing his reactions.

"Or did you just want to... watch?"

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.

He does not tease.

Rhy bites his lip, muffling a low grunt; his hips twitch, thighs tensing noticeably with resolute self-restraint as his breathing deepens and his eyelids drop.

"Saints, but you're so gorgeous, with your clever little tongue," he murmurs, thumb tracing the curve of Wilhelm's ear again, watching it turn red with his blush.

"I think I'd like to make you explode. Unable to contain yourself. I think Jesper would like to see it too."

His smile is like a secret that he's only sharing with Rhy. All coy glances and pink cheeks, he laughs into the kiss he crowns Rhy's cock with. It's not exactly a yes, but it's not a no either. He would be thinking about it now, there was no helping it. Jesper and Rhy both possess such persuasive tongues, too...

There was no helping that either.

Soaking up all the little signs of Rhy's pleasure, tipsy from it, Wilhelm wraps his lips around the tip of Rhy's cock. He sucks on it, smothers it with his tongue. He hums a sigh as if the pleasure prickling under Rhy's skin is his own. One hand pulls at Rhy's trousers, still tangled around his thighs; the other pets his shaft, strokes like light skimming water.

As he bobs down — not yet filling his mouth, but testing out Rhy's girth the way you dip your toes in the pool first — his eyes flutter up to measure his reaction.

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.

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.

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..."

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.

[closed] they told me all of my cages were mental

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