Where the younger man had tried to hide his reactions from Rhys, the Potions professor was completely open and honest with his - he leaned back on one hand, threaded the other through Cy's hair, and rumble a low, pleased groan. There was nothing small about the throbbing length of flesh between his legs, and it had been achingly hard for awhile. He could put off touching himself for awhile, but not forever, and the relief he felt was palpable as Cy's tongue flicked against it.

"Good ... " he groaned, pressing his fingers against the younger man's scalp as he stroked through his hair approvingly.