Each little breath that Cy's kiss for Rhys delivered was a heavy gasp, shuddering as his body eagerly responded to the pressure from the older man's cock pressing up against him. He groaned, arms tight, and head hazy. He shivered, one of the arms pulling from Rhys's neck to settle between his legs in order to assist the man in stroking himself.

And then he pulled away, slightly, gasping as his lips hovered before Rhys's momentarily, curious as to where that little tingle came from.