"Mmm," Rhys agreed, but then he reached up to grasp the younger man's chin, pull it down so that Cy was forced to look at him again, unless he closed his eyes. "I do. But if you want ti, you have to say it. This once, and then it can last all night, if you want. I have ways of making that happen. But you have to tell me."

There was one reason, and one reason alone the professor was insisting. Cy didn't want to say, so Rhys was going to make him. Licking his lower lip absently, he pressed the finger still inside Cy up even further, twisting and stroking over sensitive inner flesh as he waited.