At least he hadn't got his glasses, so the more disturbing details of the piece weren't visible. Instead it was just a wash of color in a vaguely unsettling shape, and then sense of a yawning black mouth and teeth.

"I know you are," the older man said, rather smugly, and flicked his tongue quickly over the head of Cy's cock, teasingly playing with the slit. Then he raised his eyebrows, grinning.

"Or are you trying to tell me something? What do you want, my boy?"