Grand Highblood

Cyrus sank into the mattress, melting from the sheer warmth that had overcome him. His fingers gave a tug to the sheets, as it began to dawn on him just how much he actually needed this. Another gasp in response, deciding he was loving the nimble and delicate way Rhys's fingers glided over his flesh. The softest hint of an affirmative, a "yes" so to speak, drifted lazily from Cyrus's mouth, as his eyes fluttered shut again.