[That is... incredibly romantic, and spoken so off-handedly that all he can do is bear it with a self-aware flush. Please, have mercy on his never-speak-thy-feelings conservative upbringing. He won't last at this rate.]

Simple enough instructions.

[The burn of warmth is more targeted now as he imagines what it will be like in the act; his hand slips lower on Cy's back, petting at a hip, voice made a little thready for that grind. Predictably, his cock responds with a dull pulse of arousal.]

Can we do it now? I've been thinking about that since I did it last. Using my mouth on you.