Part of him had tried to make it a chase thing, and as he approached the bed, he thought it hadn't exactly worked. That was, of course, until arms were snaking around him and he couldn't help but smile. Both of his hands came up to hold onto the arm across his chest, a small sound sounding at the nip at his shoulder. They had said no biting, not as much, but he'd already bitten him. It wouldn't matter now if the other man did it again, or if Rhys himself did. It would just have to be a long time until another night of it.
Head back and to the side, the younger man arched a bit against his shorter lover, not even beginning to try to stop him from undoing his pants. He had, at least, expected them to be in the bed before something else happened, but here they were. Not that he cared even a little bit.