River steadily swallowed complaints, knowing that tying the man up wasn’t an option and knowing that he was insane for even wanting to. Being touched felt good...he just had to get over the little signals in his brain that screamed warning. Still, as layers were stripped away and he undid the buckle of Tyson’s pants, he encouraged the other to lean back, pushing on his shoulders and kissing him downward until the other was on his back. Tossing aside his bag and shirt, he began to nibble a trail down Tyson’s chest, nipping and sucking teasingly on his skin. As he did so, one hand continued to caress his torso while the other groped the front of the other man’s pants, rubbing over the fabric slowly.