Well, yeah, there were plenty of scenarios that would be better than this one, but this was about as good as it was going to get right now. And it could be worse. They could have never found one another again. They were just lucky that Rez was such a bad boy and had to be sent to this island in the first place. Maybe it was fate that he get sick again, just so he could be here, so this could happen, so they could be together again. It was starting to kinda feel that way.
Hearing his lover moan out his name was all the encouragement that he needed to go to work. A hand wrapped around the other man's shaft along with his lips as he hummed against him, working his mouth expertly up and down his cock. And yes, he appreciated the fact that he didn't buck his hips. Rez wasn't really a fan of that even when it hadn't been a long ass time.
Rez continued to stroke Riley with both his mouth and his hands for a good five minutes or so, wanting him nice and hard and slick. And once that was accomplished, he climbed on top of him, kissing a path along his stomach as he did so. With his previous profession, Rez was fortunately a very flexible man, so it was easy for him to straddle Riley and use a hand upon the bed to hold him up while the other guided that hardness to his tight little hole. "Don't move," he whispered, knowing that he'd have to go very slow, especially in this position, as he began to guide himself down onto that rampantly hard staff.