Swallowing around him, Rhys grinned, then pulled back a little, enough to murmur, "Why on earth would I be careful, my dear boy?"

Then the tip of his finger pressed in a bit more, up to the first knuckle, and Cy's cock was in his mouth again, getting treated lavishly as Rhys laughed around it. The older man was finding his fellow professor more and more amusing, the more he ravished the poor man. And this rate, he was going to be laughing his head off by the time he took Cy. Not that that would be such a bad thing ... His finger twisted, then crooked, and he pushed another inch inside, working it in and out slowly.