The younger man's inexperience was half the fun, really, and Rhys would deny vehemently that he wasn't enjoying himself, even the rough patches. Sometimes especially the rough patches.

The Potions professor's prick twitched heavily against Cy's lips, and his head fell back again, though the older man kept stroking his companion, kept encouraging him with attention, licking his fingers to make them slick and wet so he could better work Cy's length in time with the younger man's mouth.

"You know," he said quite casually, absently between low, basso moans, "I think I'm going to really enjoy fucking you."