Cyril kissed him back, indulging in the comfort of Lucius' soft lips for a moment, trying desperately to let the sensation overpower his anxieties. He cupped Lucius' cheek gently as they kissed. His other hand sought out the material of Lucius' shirt to cling to.
As they broke apart, a thought occurred to him, and he tilted his head slightly, eyes searching Lucius'. "Cassius," He repeated, "He... he knows about us, doesn't he?"