Grand Highblood

Cyrus's chest pressed firmly up against Rhys's, groaning into the older man's mouth, his entire body shuddering as the other tugged at his flesh. Had his lips been away from the others, it would have been an all on cry, thanks to the fluttering that slammed into his stomach. His hands picked themselves up off the mans thighs and then snaked their way around his neck as he sat himself upon his lap.