The moans weren't loud enough, in Rhys's opinion, and he thrust forward harder to correct this deficiency. At the same time, his hand slid down to the younger man's cock, wrapping around it and pumping it in time with his hips, doubling the intensity of sensation.

The view Cy saw, when he looked up at the older man, was probably quite different from the normal perpetually-amused, smirking visage of the man. His pale cheeks were flushed, his lips parted, and his dark eyes caught the light queerly as he stared down at his companion. There was such an intensity about his gaze, the way he seemed to devour Cy's face with his eyes, and there was something just slightly unhinged there. An edge, that said this could spill into something else far more rapidly than the Runes professor could control, with just a certain nudge in a direction. Which direction, however, was impossible to say.