Since when did Cyrus want it this much? He wasn't sure, but his hands were tugging at Rhys's clothing, and his legs were gently beginning to spread, almost as a way of inviting the man to reach a little bit more about his body. It was Cyrus being a child again. An innocent, aroused little child being felt up by his big bad professor for extra credit.
And it was something about that little mental image that popped into Cyrus's head, that lead to his breaking the kiss momentarily just to be just a little bit vocal.
More like incredibly vocal.
His hands raised and wrapped their way around Rhys's neck, and began to thread their way into his longer hair, giving it a gentle, although rather confused tug.
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Date: 2012-03-23 02:13 am (UTC)From:And it was something about that little mental image that popped into Cyrus's head, that lead to his breaking the kiss momentarily just to be just a little bit vocal.
More like incredibly vocal.
His hands raised and wrapped their way around Rhys's neck, and began to thread their way into his longer hair, giving it a gentle, although rather confused tug.