Rez was still trying to figure out what this was between them. Was it just sex for the sake of sex because it had always been good, or was it something more than that? And if it was more than that, which he had to admit to himself that he already knew that it was, then what? He knew what he felt, but he was also terrified of getting hurt again and maybe he thought that if he just didn't say it, then it couldn't hurt him. That wasn't the case at all, but denial was a very strong thing. And honestly, right now, he couldn't really think about any of that. All the blood was rushing from his brain and into a more pressing part of his body at this point in time.
Rez loved the way that Riley responded to him, the way that he moved beneath him, how submissive he could be. And those words sent chills running up and down his spine as a grin formed upon his lips. He nibbled a path down along Riley's neck, over his collarbone, as fingers moved back down along his arms, sliding down his sides and beneath the hem of his shirt, pushing it up as much as he could before dipping his lips down to tease against the other man's abs. His body was fucking spectacular.
"Sit up," he murmured, waiting for him to do so before he tugged the shirt off and over the other man's head, his own shirt soon following, bare skin against bare skin as he leaned in to capture his lips in another kiss. Meanwhile, a hand dipped down between them to tease over his stomach before dropping down between his thighs, groping and squeezing that growing hardness through the fabric of those well-worn jeans.
"Fuck..." He murmured against his lips, his own cock pulsing. "No one has ever made me as hard as you do, Riley. Ever." And then lips were trailing down his chest to seize one of his nipples, hands both gone to the waist of his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping.