Cyrus's head pressed forward, tucking itself between Rhys's neck and shoulder, shuddering as his flesh was actually touched this time. It wasn't something he was expecting. He's practically got himself gasping into the crook of his neck. The sound he was letting out was a gentle, whimpering, eager noise, as his fingers grip at Rhys's hair again.

He pulled away, looking to see the man's face. He was so much larger than him, and Cyrus felt scrawny, tiny, insignificant as the man--he nearly though this man was his teacher for a moment--ordered him. Cyrus's hands shook faintly as he reached up and loosened his tie before removing it, tossing it to the side.

The look upon his face was between blank, and flushed, almost as if he was confused over what was happening.