He struggled. Struggled so hard to keep himself quietly. But his back is already curving into a slight arch, chest jutting forward as he gasps. Not only gasps, but groans, fingers gripping tightly at Rhys's long hair. Not once did his eyes crack open. Not once did he manage to let any of the color into his line of vision.

"A-ah..." he choked, feeling his entire body shiver--as he melted.

Rhys 1, Cyrus 0.