[ He can admit his breath catches a little. It's partly still just the fact that Rye's the one saying it, when he really wouldn't have guessed Rye even knew some of these words, but hell, there's nothing like a partner who knows what they like. Catching his own tongue between his teeth, scrape then bite, as he lets Rye shift his grip—
(he's not usually this willing to just lie there, but fuck if this isn't a nice ride)
—then tightens it. Manages a smirk. Pushes Rye down. ]
If you're gonna be like that about it...
[ One knee hooking easily over Rye's shoulder, more leverage to get him down, past the tunic, which is then easily lifted to bare the rest of him. ] [ And now he's fishing a condom out of a hidden pocket in the tunic, pressing it to Rye's lips.
He hasn't touched the ears yet, wants to keep his head clear until Rye's actually got his mouth on him, but there's a little tremor of anticipation in him; quicker heartbeat, quicker breathing... ]
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(he's not usually this willing to just lie there, but fuck if this isn't a nice ride)
—then tightens it. Manages a smirk. Pushes Rye down. ]
If you're gonna be like that about it...
[ One knee hooking easily over Rye's shoulder, more leverage to get him down, past the tunic, which is then easily lifted to bare the rest of him. ] [ And now he's fishing a condom out of a hidden pocket in the tunic, pressing it to Rye's lips.
He hasn't touched the ears yet, wants to keep his head clear until Rye's actually got his mouth on him, but there's a little tremor of anticipation in him; quicker heartbeat, quicker breathing... ]