The older man's laugh rang out, low and bright, somehow, like the pealing of an old church bell. "Well, if you insist," he purred, and he pulled his fingers free, trailing wetness down the inside of Cy's thigh as he reached down for his own cock, and positioned it just so ...

And then it was just a matter of urging the younger man up a little on his knees, then back down on the hard, hot length waiting for him. The thick flesh that was breaching his body, inch by slow inch filling him up as Rhys guided Cy down on his prick, his own lips half open as he panted, concentrating fiercely - he couldn't pretend to be even slightly casual any more. No, this was the meat of the matter, right here, and the thought made him laugh again, though it was more distracted sounding this time.