No. No. No. No. No. Cyrus could feel his stammer, and feel his lisp growing within his mouth and throat again and he had to fight off the urge to scream a little bit. And that mental image? No. Cyrus needed to get the mental image of a student-teacher relationship out of his mind. It was resonating with him in such a strange way, and he kept having to single out reasons why it wouldn't work. Because just like that, he was envisioning himself back in his Hogwarts uniform, sitting on a teacher's lap, whimpering as a teacher got him off as exchange for a bad grade. Cyrus had to remind himself that it was absurd. First of all, he'd never gotten a bad grade, and second of all, he hadn't lost his virginity until after school. But that mental image sure as hell was causing the halfblood to groan a little bit.

He panted, eyes growing wide as his body jerked forward once Rhys's hand had actually wrapped around him. He then closed his eyes, squeezing them shut so he might attempt to block out the image of the older man's smiling--and rather sadistic--expression.

"A-and what if I thay n-no...?" he groaned, shrinking up on himself to keep from allowing his body to let out a small spasm in response to the gesture.