[Muttered as he moves in against Cy, unconsciously beginning to rub his cheek against the man's warm throat, having missed him in only the trivial time they were apart. The proximity makes the distraction in him worse — he feels a hot chill begin to creep over his skin, extracting his hand to slip it under the back hem of Cy's shirt.]
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[Muttered as he moves in against Cy, unconsciously beginning to rub his cheek against the man's warm throat, having missed him in only the trivial time they were apart. The proximity makes the distraction in him worse — he feels a hot chill begin to creep over his skin, extracting his hand to slip it under the back hem of Cy's shirt.]
... but yes, under the bed. There isn't much.