The man's slender wrists were grabbed quite neatly, and his hands pulled away from his groin, exposing him once more to Rhys's greedy eyes. He was taking in everything, the way the man lay, the totality of his naked body, his skin, and his cock.

"I didn't tell you you could cover up, did I?" he asked sternly - he'd been noticing how Cy seemed to respond to a voice of authority, and found it fascinating, something he was willing to play with. Rhys, after all, could have a very authoritative voice when he wanted to. Being on the Wizengamot had ensured that.