Rhys had the feeling that he would never get used to the other man calling him love, but it wasn't anything near bad. In normal settings, it made it feel like he had butterflies inside of him. In settings like these, it made him want to melt and do just about anything asked if him. Of course, it was a bit hard to think, with his legs going a bit weak underneath him, finger clutching at that arm.
Instead of answering out loud, he moved his mouth to bite into his lover's arm, the softer bit, without breaking the skin. For now.