"Good boy," Rhys said, grinning in triumph, and the hand at the younger man's face turned into a caress, stroking over Cy's cheek, along his jaw. "Lovely boy. Yes, you do, don't you? And that makes you clever, as well as beautiful."

The finger twisted and probed, pulling Cy even closer, and the older professor ducked his head, running his tongue along the front of his companion's prick, just teasingly, not enough to send him over the edge.

"On your knees, there's a lad."