He tried again to mimic Rhys. Tried again to copy the same fluid motions that the older man had done with him. Tried again to take him deep into his unpracticed mouth. But he quickly pulled back as he felt something small click in the back of his throat, leading to him coughing up a slightly pink spillage of saliva and bile. He saw the small mess on the floor and immediately started to fumble to clean it up with inexperienced hands.

And yet Cyrus readjusted his position on the floor to try and take Rhys in again.