grandhighwizard

Rhys smiled languidly as his young companion started to relax, to allow himself to enjoy it. He hooked his hands uunder Cy's knees, lifting and pulling the other professor's legs apart, so that they were slightly bent and his feet were flat on the mattress. Then he moved himself to kneel between the younger man's spread legs, and started stroking up and down Cy's inner thighs, along the back of them, too, down to the curve of his ass, where his fingers traced the scant line of muscle. Then back up, firmly, along the crease where thigh met groin, rubbing at the borders of dark pubic hair ... and then playing the tips teasingly light over Cy's prick again, tracing the length, swirling over the head.