[He groans, long and low, when Rye lets him go; it's louder than he meant it to be - loud enough that anyone on the landing would surely have known exactly what was going on]

[He flushes dark - shivers, and squirms. With his underwear pushed down the way Rye left it, the tent his erection makes in the fabric is really rather blatant]

J-jesus, dude.