"I-I'm close--!" Cyrus managed to shout after Rhys's playful little purr. It made matters so much worse (or was it better?) when Rhys immediately returned to pressing his figners into him. He pulled his shoulders back a bit, and had to try and focus on something else off in the distances of the room--oh, he's looking at one of those paintings. Probably not the best idea.

"C-Come on...I-I'm close..." he gasped, wanting so much to add that he wanted to prolong this.

And he'd always been such a prude.