[He shifts and shudders his way through the last few steps, intimately aware of the fabric tickling at the head of his cock - intimately aware of those ridges inside him, and everywhere they touch]

[When Rye brings them to a stop beside the drawer, he outright squirms, biting down on his lip and twisting around to try and see what Rye's grabbing]

O-oh yeah? What - what're you thinking?