One hand on Cy's back easily supported him, as Rhys pulled him in. The older man radiated heat like he had a fever, his skin warm even through the layers of cloth that separated them. It probably helped that his own tunic top was thin, but it was still noticeable as their chests pressed together.
The Potions professor's fingers found their way up into the Greek's hair again, soothing away the whines, his thumb tracing the shell of one ear, stroking the soft skin just behind it then carding through dark hair once more. Bit by bit, Rhys was opening Cy up more with his mouth, with his tongue, with his hands that held and caressed and spread warmth from his fingertips. He didn't want the other man to have a chance to breathe, let alone protest, wanted to make him boneless and malleable for whatever Rhys chose to do to his body.
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Date: 2012-03-22 07:51 am (UTC)From:The Potions professor's fingers found their way up into the Greek's hair again, soothing away the whines, his thumb tracing the shell of one ear, stroking the soft skin just behind it then carding through dark hair once more. Bit by bit, Rhys was opening Cy up more with his mouth, with his tongue, with his hands that held and caressed and spread warmth from his fingertips. He didn't want the other man to have a chance to breathe, let alone protest, wanted to make him boneless and malleable for whatever Rhys chose to do to his body.