Grand Highblood

Nevertheless, Cyrus was still a bit apprehensive as he gazed--or rather, nervously glanced--at Rhys's length. A moment of hesitation and Cyrus's hand lightly reached out and stroked him, before sliding in and allowing his lips to gently brush against the head before closing around. His eyes fluttered shut and he pressed his lips down further so his tongue could get in on the action and lick at the slit gently, as if to mimic what Rhys had done.