grandhighwizard

And oh how he was squirming. His body was trembling, trying to make sense of the man inside of him. Of the awkward way the muscles of his flesh were stretching. The sudden, and yet very welcome intrusion made Cyrus's entire body buckle up, pressing firmly against Rhys's body. His fingers curled tightly in the man's hair. His jaw was open, wide, allowing their tongues to fight in a battle--that Cyrus was very much losing. He could feel himself salivating out from the corner of his mouth, body quaking as the older man began to move. With each thrust of his hips, and each little pinch that surged through him, Cyrus fell further over the edge, practically melting in the older man's arms.