grandhighwizard | You gotta trust your mastermind

You gotta trust your mastermind

These things had to be done right. Playing with someone was a pleasant distraction, and like many things in Rhys's life, it was a mixture of spur of the moment decision (he'd certainly never intended to start pursuing the Ancient Runes professor, no matter what he looked like, until he idly needled the man and found out how fascinatingly easy he was to poke) and careful planning to get exactly what he wanted.

So he prepared the herbal tea mixture quite carefully. Blueberry-pomegranate he could do - he had seeds and infusions, and a few black tea leaves, and just a pinch of this and that, all put in a nice little tea ball. It was a tasty mix, with the added benefit that it would render the drinker rather open to suggestion. Not ridiculously so, but just enough that the person would be more willing than usual to go along with requests. Which was just what Rhys needed - Onikous might be oblivious to some things, but best to take no chances. He wanted the younger man thinking this was all his idea.

That morning in the Great Hall, he made sure to get to breakfast in plenty of time to sit down next to the Rune professor, setting a cup of hot water next to the man, and the tea ball dropped gently into the mug, as he settled into his own chair.

"Try that. I made it with you in mind, and I'd like to see if it suits. I can always tweak the formula, if you don't like it."

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"Good," the older man purred. Then he raised his hand, as if showing it to Cy, before wrapping it around the base of the other man's prick. "You have to hold it steady. They like to jump, you might have noticed."

He grinned at his own joke, then bent his head forward, sweeping his hair to one side, so that it didn't block the younger man's view. The he pushed out his (actually sort of creepily long) tongue, and ran it around the head of Cy's cock, wetting the skin, and then swirling around the crown, before running it down the vein at the front.

And nearly immediately, Cyrus's hands reach out and grasp on to Rhys's shoulders as a means for support. Accustomed to receiving head or not, it always comes as a shock to him, and he never seems to be truly prepared for when it starts. He yelped (somewhat) rather loudly, and proceeded to already begin digging his nails into the man's flesh.

There was an odd sort of rumbling noise when Cy's nails dug in, a mix of purr and growl, and the older man's eyes narrowed with something than he'd shown before now. A wide, near manic smile stretched his mouth.

"Are you PAYING ATTENTION?" he demanded, one big hand grabbing Cy's hip with near bruising force, and then his tongue lolled out and curled around the hard cock in front of him, pulling it past his grinning lips as Rhys sucked down the first few inches, tongue and lips working together in perfect tandem. He lifted off to the tip, then slid down farther, devouring the prick in front of him with every evidence of a voracious appetite.

"Y-Yes!" He found himself shouting this, before a rather pained sort of cry escaped from him as Rhys gripped his hip and yanked him forward. He whined softly, trying to over come the throbbing pain that had struck him so suddenly.

Cyrus's nails let up and he's already got himself hunched over, fingers lazily twisting around Rhys's hair. As damp heat started to over come him, Cyrus could feel the surreal sort of heaviness starting to wash over him. The man groaned softly, eyes beginning to flutter shut, somehow hoping to absorb every bit of Rhys's tonguing.

A big hand - it seemed huge, with the way it grasped around Cy's jaw - pulled the younger man's gaze down again.

"WATCH," Rhys said, and his voice was all menace, before it dropped to softer, more polite, yet somehow still promising awful things, "please."

Once he was sure Cy was looking down again, he took the younger man's cock deep in his mouth, swallowing it all the way to the root, his throat working around the length of flesh, before he pulled off again and swirled his tongue over the head. Then he was going down again, deep-throating the Runes professor in even, fluid movements that came from years of practice.

He shuddered. The fluctuation in Rhys's volume scared him a bit, fearful that the man might snap at any second and--god help Cyrus--bite it off out of sheer annoyance. He nodded slowly, voice getting caught within his throat.

"I-I'm tryin'..." he whispered. "B-But...I-I can't focus...a-ah..."

His voice trailed off into a moan, and he tried so desperately to not let those eyes shut again. He had to watch. Had to make a mental note. Had to see how Rhys was going to please him.

Rhys never took his eyes off the younger man's face. They stayed focused, looking for any wavering of attention, which was punished with a hard squeeze to Cy's ass. After a few moments, he put a hand on either buttock, and started swallowing the other professor's cock without even holding it still, just keeping it in place with his lips and tongue as his gaze bored into Cy, demanding ... something. Attention, obedience, lust, pleasure - it was hard to say.

He didn't want to--no, he wouldn't, no, couldn't--let his eyes clothes. His fingers curled around Rhys's hair, breathing slowly, as he felt his entire body beginning to vibrate with another sort of humming.

A few words tried to make their way out of his mouth but they drawled off into another moan as his head tilted backwards, trying to remain as composed as possible.

There was no denying that the older man's mouth was talented, as was the way he seemed to be able to swallow Cy down, over and over, yet never frantically. Never fast or hard enough to take the professor all the way over the edge - just building him up to it, inexorably, demanding just a little bit more with each bob of his head.

But his fingers, still slick with spit, were busy, too. The tip of one pressed between Cy's buttocks, probed until it found that little circle of muscle, and started to press and rub there, too, gently at first, and then with firmer strokes. The older man didn't know that he was going to fuck Cy tonight (though he thought he might, if the younger man was just a little too tempting), but it was always fun to change things up a little. Overwhelm with sensation.

He gave another tug to Rhys's hair, and pushed forward, rather subconsciously seeming to roll his hips into Rhys's mouth. Cyrus tensed up, muscles quivering as he tried to keep calm and relaxed.

But it might have been pushing at him just a bit too much, as he had to thrust forward, trying to keep himself quiet. "C-Careful..." he sighed as Rhys's fingers started to press their way into him juuuuust slightly.

Swallowing around him, Rhys grinned, then pulled back a little, enough to murmur, "Why on earth would I be careful, my dear boy?"

Then the tip of his finger pressed in a bit more, up to the first knuckle, and Cy's cock was in his mouth again, getting treated lavishly as Rhys laughed around it. The older man was finding his fellow professor more and more amusing, the more he ravished the poor man. And this rate, he was going to be laughing his head off by the time he took Cy. Not that that would be such a bad thing ... His finger twisted, then crooked, and he pushed another inch inside, working it in and out slowly.

"I-I'm close--!" Cyrus managed to shout after Rhys's playful little purr. It made matters so much worse (or was it better?) when Rhys immediately returned to pressing his figners into him. He pulled his shoulders back a bit, and had to try and focus on something else off in the distances of the room--oh, he's looking at one of those paintings. Probably not the best idea.

"C-Come on...I-I'm close..." he gasped, wanting so much to add that he wanted to prolong this.

And he'd always been such a prude.

At least he hadn't got his glasses, so the more disturbing details of the piece weren't visible. Instead it was just a wash of color in a vaguely unsettling shape, and then sense of a yawning black mouth and teeth.

"I know you are," the older man said, rather smugly, and flicked his tongue quickly over the head of Cy's cock, teasingly playing with the slit. Then he raised his eyebrows, grinning.

"Or are you trying to tell me something? What do you want, my boy?"

Oh. Well.

Fuck.

He could recall from his previous sexual experiences that being asked what he wanted was one of the only things he never felt comfortable doing. Lazily, he allowed his hand to move between his legs, lightly touching himself. For a moment he lost himself, a bit surprised at what his own hand felt like for a second. But his eyes just focused elsewhere.

"Y-You know what I'm trying to s-s-thay. Please don't make me answer thi-ith question."

"Mmm," Rhys agreed, but then he reached up to grasp the younger man's chin, pull it down so that Cy was forced to look at him again, unless he closed his eyes. "I do. But if you want ti, you have to say it. This once, and then it can last all night, if you want. I have ways of making that happen. But you have to tell me."

There was one reason, and one reason alone the professor was insisting. Cy didn't want to say, so Rhys was going to make him. Licking his lower lip absently, he pressed the finger still inside Cy up even further, twisting and stroking over sensitive inner flesh as he waited.

He was staring directly into Rhys's eyes, and needless to say...it was a bit terrifying. Cyrus swallowed roughly, trying to search for the right words to say. But he was a bit mesmerized. Despite how fearsome Rhys's eyes seemed to be at this moment, they were really rather lovely. But that would be a thought Cyrus would keep to himself. His lips parted as he stifled another groan from Rhys, but he managed to croak out a few choice words, very softly.

"I-I want t-to..." he paused, trying to rationalize with himself whether or not he really wanted this.

And then he figured he'd gone about eight years without sex, he was long overdue.

"I-I would like to sleep with you."

A pause, the phrase seeming to end very abruptly.

"Sir."

"Good boy," Rhys said, grinning in triumph, and the hand at the younger man's face turned into a caress, stroking over Cy's cheek, along his jaw. "Lovely boy. Yes, you do, don't you? And that makes you clever, as well as beautiful."

The finger twisted and probed, pulling Cy even closer, and the older professor ducked his head, running his tongue along the front of his companion's prick, just teasingly, not enough to send him over the edge.

"On your knees, there's a lad."

Cyrus just stared at him, his pseudo-trance broken with the feeling of annoyance. Was Rhys REALLY talking to him as if he was an animal? Rude, and degrading. He almost debated turning around and walking out.

But the fingers digging into him said otherwise as Cyrus gasped softly, fumbling slightly as he brought himself down to his knees.

Rhys grinned at the expression on the younger man's face. He wasn't sure why Cy was so annoyed - he'd seem to enjoy being referred to as a boy before - but he supposed it didn't really matter in the long run, as long as the other professor was staying. And he'd make it worth the younger man's while. Oh, how he would.

"Quick pupil, as well, aren't you? Show me."

Nevertheless, Cyrus was still a bit apprehensive as he gazed--or rather, nervously glanced--at Rhys's length. A moment of hesitation and Cyrus's hand lightly reached out and stroked him, before sliding in and allowing his lips to gently brush against the head before closing around. His eyes fluttered shut and he pressed his lips down further so his tongue could get in on the action and lick at the slit gently, as if to mimic what Rhys had done.

Where the younger man had tried to hide his reactions from Rhys, the Potions professor was completely open and honest with his - he leaned back on one hand, threaded the other through Cy's hair, and rumble a low, pleased groan. There was nothing small about the throbbing length of flesh between his legs, and it had been achingly hard for awhile. He could put off touching himself for awhile, but not forever, and the relief he felt was palpable as Cy's tongue flicked against it.

"Good ... " he groaned, pressing his fingers against the younger man's scalp as he stroked through his hair approvingly.

He groaned quietly, trying to ease himself further on Rhys, but he was quickly stopped, his mouth untrained and unprepared to take the man much further. Cyrus was already choking and he tensed up to keep himself from feeling the need to vomit. No more than an inch or two of Rhys had passed into his mouth before he had to pull back.

"Th-that's painful..." he murmured quietly as he attempted to try again.

There were certain spells Rhys could have used. Things that would make such things easier. But he preferred watching the younger man struggle, wanted to see him learn how to do this properly. Of course he wouldn't get it on the first go, but he was a novice, yet. The Potions professor fully intended to change that, given enough time. Playing the teacher like this was more than a little fun.

"Think about what you're doing," he encouraged, amused. "You don't have to simply shove the whole thing in your mouth at once. Remember what I showed you, at first."

He tried again to mimic Rhys. Tried again to copy the same fluid motions that the older man had done with him. Tried again to take him deep into his unpracticed mouth. But he quickly pulled back as he felt something small click in the back of his throat, leading to him coughing up a slightly pink spillage of saliva and bile. He saw the small mess on the floor and immediately started to fumble to clean it up with inexperienced hands.

And yet Cyrus readjusted his position on the floor to try and take Rhys in again.

"Boy," Rhys said, sounding amused. "Why in Myrddin's name do you think doing the same thing over and over is going to give you different results?"

His prick twitched heavily, in apparent response to his amusement, and the older man eyed the pink smear on his carpet with a little smirk. Then he ran his fingers through Cy's hair, tightening them just a little in the back.

"Start with licking. Don't try to run before you can walk, isn't that what they say?"

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