@gwyndolence
Cyril had felt it coming in the days leading up to the week he dreaded most. He had felt it, and yet when his heat finally locked up in his spine and made him wake up already covered in a thin layer of sweat and hard as a rock he didn't feel at all ready. It was his first one by himself, alone, no one to turn to to help ease the way fevers built under his skin. He should've made plans, he should've arranged something, but he didn't. Now he was regretting everything.
After attempting to jerk off did nothing to help, he had stumbled and gathered his running clothes in hopes doing something with his body would take his mind off of it. He was desperate, he felt pathetic, and despite it all he was still pushing out of his door and trying too hard to ignore the way his heart beat was a little too loud in his ears and he was still god damn hard. Push it away, blast music, run.
So he did, expect he hadn't even made it down the path from his porch to the road before someone was stepping in front of him. Cyril froze and stumbled slightly, not expecting to have to stop his start-up jog so suddenly. He blinked, sniffed, and recognized the pretty master from their conversation during his shift one night. Without being able to stop himself his eyes dragged down his body, swallowing thickly, adams apple bobbing in his throat. "Gwyn," He greeted, voice sounding rough which made him clear his throat, "You- it's nice to.. see you again," He could actually manage a full sentence if he could stop imagining bending the sith over.