Rhys was a big man - around 6'8", with a broad, and powerful build. So it probably wasn't any surprise when he slid his arm around the younger man's body and tugged him closer with seemingly no real effort at all. It probably also wasn't a surprise that at his age he was a very, very good kisser. His lips and tongue moved in a languid, almost lazy way that said he was taking all the time in the world to enjoy the flavor and feel of Cy's mouth, and his fingers at the younger man's jaw stroked in effortless time with what the rest of him was doing.
He'd been right, he knew it, that the young Greek just needed a little coaxing, barely any at all, really, and he responded beautifully. Already he could imagine the pale professor stretched out on his bed, moaning in wanton pleasure.
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Date: 2012-03-22 07:14 am (UTC)From:He'd been right, he knew it, that the young Greek just needed a little coaxing, barely any at all, really, and he responded beautifully. Already he could imagine the pale professor stretched out on his bed, moaning in wanton pleasure.
Oh, this was going to be so fun.