He'd been cursing himself the second the word came out of his mouth. He fancied himself asexual. As a very sad, pathetic way of reasoning to himself why he didn't have sex often. It was a horrible little thing to do, but it wasn't all that much a shot in the dark. He wasn't usually sexually interested in anything. But right now? Fuck.
Cyrus tensed up, eyes squeezing shut as he tries not to react. He doesn't want to think about the massive hands running over his chest, stomach and shoulders. He doesn't want to think about how his skin is prickling to life with goosebumps in response to the sudden tingling. His breath caught within his throat a number of times, and he desperately attempts to keep that desire to groan suppressed.
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Date: 2012-03-23 04:00 am (UTC)From:Cyrus tensed up, eyes squeezing shut as he tries not to react. He doesn't want to think about the massive hands running over his chest, stomach and shoulders. He doesn't want to think about how his skin is prickling to life with goosebumps in response to the sudden tingling. His breath caught within his throat a number of times, and he desperately attempts to keep that desire to groan suppressed.
"N-No. No-not a-at all."