A little bit of adjusting, a tug on Cy's thighs, and the smaller man was right where the Potions professor wanted him. The older man's big cock was snugged up tightly between Cy's legs, the head rubbing against his ass in suggestive little motions while the big man kept a firm grip on his companion's prick. Such a convenient handle, really, and it throbbed so nicely.

He let the kiss draw out into something slower, teasing, as Rhys freed a hand up to reach for his wand, resting innocently on the edge of the bed. He drew the long length of black walnut down the spine of the young man in his lap, a tingling, electric sensation trailing from the tip as it headed south.