There was laughter into the kiss at Cy's frantic movements, but Rhys didn't pull back, just played with the other man's tongue with practiced ease, then grabbed it lightly with his teeth, pressing them into the questing muscle firmly, though not hard enough to hurt, not yet. A big hand played over the younger man's back, nails teasing him through the cloth of his vest and shirt, stroking. Then Rhys let the Runes professor's tongue go, sucked lightly at his lower lip, murmured against his mouth, "Shh, we have time ... I'll give you everything you don't know how to ask for, cariad, and more ... "

And then he was kissing Cy again, playing with him, practically pulling the smaller man into his lap.