your bodyguard

You came from a very wealthy family, adored and cherished, but also wanted by many of your father's rivals. Cyrus was your bodyguard, stone-faced and always serious around you. You didn't mind his company, his 6'3" figure always shadowing you and keeping you safe. However, behind that neutral mask he put on around you, what you didn't know was how often he relieved himself in his room. Tonight, Cyrus needed to expel that energy and now lay in his bed, gripping himself with a pair of your panties in his mouth, groaning quietly. You heard quiet whimpers coming from his room, and, concerned, you knocked on the door.