Grand Highblood

The older man's hands were soothing, stroking up and down, all the way to Cy's neck, then down to his knees, like Rhys was smoothing a sheet on a mattress. That is until they ran up the inside of the Runes professor's thigh, inexorably pushing the other man's legs open. Until his fingers found the soft sac between those legs, petted over it, gently rolled testicles between thumb and forefinger, pressed just underneath into the sensitive skin of the younger man's perineum, massaging the muscle there, playing with the most intimate parts of Cy as though he had the right to them.