This time an eye cracked open to watch the man. He had had no idea what he was doing, but it was sending both painful and rather pleasurable receptors to go off within his brain because, Hera help him...it'd been a long time. Cyrus's fingers wove a bit more through Rhys's hair, now looking down at him with a hazy gloss over his eyes.
"C-careful wi-ith that..." he whimpered softly as he felt the throb of bruising starting to prickle to life. Cyrus breathed slowly, harshly, somewhat entranced by what the man was doing.
His hand was at his pants. He's not sure why--oh, wait. He knew why.
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Date: 2012-03-23 05:09 am (UTC)From:"C-careful wi-ith that..." he whimpered softly as he felt the throb of bruising starting to prickle to life. Cyrus breathed slowly, harshly, somewhat entranced by what the man was doing.
His hand was at his pants. He's not sure why--oh, wait. He knew why.
"Y-you're not..." he said softly. "A-Are you...?"