He craned his neck slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of what Rhys was doing. But the second he saw the man's arousal, he brought his hands up to shield his line of sight so he couldn't see anything. But he really wasn't in that much of a position to argue, though he was in a position to listen to Rhys's commands.

So Cyrus carefully slid himself off the bed, and brought himself to standing. He was somewhat off balance thanks to the wine in his system. His eyes focused on Rhys only briefly before he diverted his gaze, turning his head to the side to avoid having to look directly at the older man's erection.