"Y-Yes!" He found himself shouting this, before a rather pained sort of cry escaped from him as Rhys gripped his hip and yanked him forward. He whined softly, trying to over come the throbbing pain that had struck him so suddenly.

Cyrus's nails let up and he's already got himself hunched over, fingers lazily twisting around Rhys's hair. As damp heat started to over come him, Cyrus could feel the surreal sort of heaviness starting to wash over him. The man groaned softly, eyes beginning to flutter shut, somehow hoping to absorb every bit of Rhys's tonguing.