Rhys was taking in everything about Cy with single minded intensity. His expression, the tone of his skin, the way it flushed, the smell of him, sex and sweat, and every little sound, every harmonic little sigh or musical groan. He realized with some surprise, as he worked the younger man's body, that had he not been the age he was, he might have actually had a difficult time holding out until Cy had come. Stamina really wasn't an issue at 62, but if he had been twenty, he might have been spilling into the smaller professor the moment he heard those sweet noises. As it was, he could feel the pleasure thrum up and down his spine, every little detail adding to a highly interesting encounter.

But he kept his hands and hips steady, ploughing the younger man wider open with each stroke. Shifting his weight, he grabbed one of Cy's hips with bruising force as he adjusted the angle of his cock to rub against a different spot inside the Runes professor.