I - I mean. Whose fault is that?

[His face is flushed a remarkable shade of red; Rye can probably feel the pounding of his heart through the places where they touch. His eyes are locked on the elevator doors as he all but squirms with humiliation at the thought of them getting caught like this, but he can't stop the way he shudders up into Rye's fist, hips working restlessly into the too-looose hold]