In contrast to the fingers digging into her thigh, the hand behind her neck were gently running his fingers through the soft hair it found there. Even in the haze of pleasure, he couldn't stand to even hurt her even on accident in such an exposed place.

Alice's moan drew one out of him as well, her name escaping his lips in a throaty whisper. A whisper that turned into a whimper when she stopped moving and his grip on her thigh tightened as his breath grew ragged and he held himself back.

The lack of friction was what ultimately did it. He was just so close now and he knew where he wanted to be when he let go. Cyrus opened his eyes fully to look up at her, the hand behind her neck coming around to stroke her cheek. "Please...I need you, Alice."

((I'm so sorry, holiday company made tagging smutty things difficult <3 I'm really glad you joined heartlessknave and I though! We raved about you when we realized we'd both threaded with you!))