[Cyril's heat has driven him to stay in bed. He's naked, sweaty, and flushed. When Bull opens his door he starts, grabbing a sheet, but when he realizes its Bull he groans and flops back down on the bed.
He is the one who gave Bull a key and permission to come to his apartment whenever. If he had thought ahead he would have said 'whenever except during the Iris moon.'
He doesn't like the way the moon makes him needy and desperate. The antlers don't bother him, except for the headache and neck pain, but the way his body lubricates itself and begs to have something inside of it is troubling.
He likes sex. He likes being fucked. But he wants to have control of when and where. He doesn't want the moon to control him.
With Bull in the room looking at him like that, his whole body wants to reach out, to welcome him into his bed, but he stubbornly resists.
Usually, when Cyril is turned on he leans into. He acts coy or playful or even demanding. Now he just seems miserable and shaky.]
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He is the one who gave Bull a key and permission to come to his apartment whenever. If he had thought ahead he would have said 'whenever except during the Iris moon.'
He doesn't like the way the moon makes him needy and desperate. The antlers don't bother him, except for the headache and neck pain, but the way his body lubricates itself and begs to have something inside of it is troubling.
He likes sex. He likes being fucked. But he wants to have control of when and where. He doesn't want the moon to control him.
With Bull in the room looking at him like that, his whole body wants to reach out, to welcome him into his bed, but he stubbornly resists.
Usually, when Cyril is turned on he leans into. He acts coy or playful or even demanding. Now he just seems miserable and shaky.]
Bull! You nearly frightened me to death.