If he had the chance to bite his lip, he would have. If he had the chance to really moan for the man, he would have. If he had had the opportunity to shut him up and jam his tongue in Rhys's mouth? He would have. Cyrus raised his hips, head rolling to the side as his tongue still awkwardly ran against the man's fingers.

The sound he made was affirmative, letting him know that he had an oral fixation that Rhys was doing a splendid job at satisfying.