Cy crashed down on the bed, groaning loudly, arms closing around tightly around Rhys's neck. His lips momentarily broke from Rhys's in order to let out another well placed sigh. But his mouth caught Rhys's once more, body arching slightly--no, not slightly, roughly--up into the man's form. His hands fell from Rhy's neck, landing softly on the mattress, as his hands started to grip at the sheets around him.

His eyes wearily opened and took a look at the man over him whose hips were rolling into him steadily. He breathed slowly, trying to keep himself quiet. But the moans from his voice were just a little too loud.