The older man grinned up at him, greatly amused by all Cy's gasps and reactions, as though this were all new to him. He could tell it wasn't, but the boy was so responsive. The wand trailed magic down his spine, until it rested just above the other professor's tailbone. Rhys leaned in and murmured the words of the spell against Cy's lips, lost them in another kiss.

There was no losing the sensation, though, as suddenly the younger man's ass tingled, and then went warm in waves that washed pleasantly through his body as something slick coated up inside him, without any held from any other force pushing it in. Rhys was kind enough to add just a touch of a muscle relaxant spell - he was very large, after all, and he was finding, with this squirming and gasping young man on his lap, that he no longer cared to be patient. It would make things a little less screaming agony for a man who said he was asexual. Rhys was fairly sure that didn't mean Cy was shoving toys up himself every other night instead, and he'd need that help to take what the professor was going to put in him.

This time, any way.