Function over form, dude. If you wanted this to go down in your haunted house place downstairs, you should've-- uh-- you should've...

[Oh hey what do you know, it's kind of hard to make witty banter when you have someone's mouth against your pulse.

Rhys gives up on that sentence, and lets out a sigh instead, tipping back his head and sinking down into the couch, to give the other man easier access.]

--That feels really nice.

[Scratchy stubble plus soft lips is a pretty instant win.]