Cyrus liked to compare this feeling to that of being stabbed in the stomach whilst being kissed. That was how he often mentally compared it. How he compared the blistering pain of the first intrusion, the liquid heat of being filled up, and the humming little flickers of absolute bliss...it meshed well, at least in his mind it did. He hadn't realized that he'd actually nearly screamed once Rhys had entered him. He hadn't realized that he'd given such a violent tug to the man's hair. He hadn't realized how eager he was to crush his mouth against that of the older man's again, just to make himself go quiet.

He hadn't realized just how much he missed this.