The older man shifted his grip - he had all of Cy's cock and his testicles in his palm, fingers wrapped around them, making a neat little package that he tugged on as the other professor rose up and looked at him. And that grip tightened as the younger man moved in, but Rhys didn't push him away. No, quite the contrary; he pulled Cy in and invaded his mouth with casual arrogance, licking out the taste of himself from the Runes professor's lips and teeth and tongue.

Such a good boy.

Rhys's free hand found the younger man's ass, pulling him in and encouraging him up onto the Potions professor's lap. That would put him nicely in position for what he wanted to do next - well. What he had to do next before he could get to what he really wanted.