"You could have asked me to go to your room with you." That's the first thing that went through Cyrus's mind as Rhys stood up. He felt like a child again. But in a way he was a child next to Rhys. How old again...? Well over twenty years older, he knew that--oh god. He felt the blood stir between his legs again and he allowed the little squeak of a gasp release from his mouth, thanks to the feeling of himself rubbing against part of Rhys's torso.
And then he caught a glimpse of the paintings and Cyrus felt himself getting a bit nervous now. Not anxious, but nervous. But before he could react, he was on his back, lying on Rhys's bed, gazing up at him, nearly bewildered at this point.
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Date: 2012-03-26 02:43 am (UTC)From:And then he caught a glimpse of the paintings and Cyrus felt himself getting a bit nervous now. Not anxious, but nervous. But before he could react, he was on his back, lying on Rhys's bed, gazing up at him, nearly bewildered at this point.