Grand Highblood

"Lovely," Rhys murmured approvingly, and he pulled his fingers free, painting some of the saliva across Cy's lower lip. He replaced the fingers soon enough with the ones on his left hand, pumping in and out, in and out lewdly. His right hand dropped to the younger man's prick, however, and he used his spit slicked fingers to languidly stroke the hard shaft, from root to tip.