There was a rhythm to the touches - Rhys would go from cock, to some other section of Cy's body, back to his cock again. He covered thighs, stomach, chest, shoulders, arms, and between each he came back to stroke the younger man's prick, or balls, or just behind, drawing everything out and out, taking his time.

Finally, he got to the Runes professor's face, tracing his cheekbones, his jaw, his chin, eyebrows, ears, fingers through his hair, and finally down to his mouth. The pads of his thumbs rubbed lightly over Cy's upper, then lower lip, before he pressed one forefinger past them, into the other man's mouth.

"Suck."