"That's what I thought," the older man said, laughter still dancing under his voice. His mouth dropped to play with one nipple, sucking it into his mouth, holding it lightly, so lightly in place with his teeth, flicking it with his tongue. He sucked blood to the skin here, increasing the pressure bit by bit until the skin was almost purple, then moved to the other to give it the same treatment.

Rhys liked purple.

His hands had dropped again, to Cy's hips, and he stroked them along the waistband of the other man's trousers, playing idly with the button, but not yet opening the fly. No, there was a little more teasing that had to happen here, first - no, they had time, and he was going to take it.