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 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?"

Cyrus had a faint little scowl on his face as Rhys reprimanded him. He'd gotten a slightly foul taste in his mouth now, and he needed to get rid of it. After a moment of trying to bring himself down from his somewhat annoyed state, he took Rhys into his hands again and gently started to lick at the underside, near the base, and up to the tip, allowing his tongue and jaw to get accustomed to the gesture before attempting to be somewhat more adventurous with the motions his tongue made.

"Mmm," Rhys hummed in approval, his fingers starting to stroke through the younger man's hair once more. His eyes were going half lidded in pleasure, but he kept his gaze on Cy, making sure to push the younger man's finger off his forehead so he could see the other professor's face. "Much better ... mm, that's lovely ... "

He dared again. Nothing too dangerous, but he dipped his head down to give Rhys's head a small suck, licking around the very tip lazily, treating it much like a popsicle fresh out of the freezer. He pulled back, finding that he was starting to make the professor rather slick, noting the small thread of saliva that was sticking from his lip to the man's cock.

"Alright so far?" he asked, softly, voice snipping the thread of fluid.

Rhys reached down languidly and rubbed his thumb along the younger man's bottom lip, before lifting it to his own mouth and licking the slickness from his fingers. "Mhm, keep going. You really do have a remarkable mouth."

Not remarkably talented (not yet), but quite beautiful, lush and full, and so much prettier when they were flushed and shiny with spit. The older professor tapped one finger against his own teeth, feeling the pleasant ache and want in them, telling him how delicious it would be to just bite ...

And ever so smoothly, Cyrus continued, tongue swirling around the underside of the head, before shifting his position so that he might be able to lick at the top of Rhys's cock without have to strain himself. He's now seated along side of Rhys, hands lightly stroking him as lips purse around the base and slide their way up to the tip slowly.

The taller man shivers, letting his head fall back for a moment and releasing a breathy, husky laugh. "I can't tell if you mean to be a tease, or if it just comes naturally, you delicious boy," he purred, rubbing at Cy's thigh, kneading the lean flesh lightly.

"You're to make it very difficult on me, aren't you?"

Cyrus pulled back, glancing up, cheeks flushed more from embarrassment at this point, rather than arousal. He bit his lip gently and shrugged.

"Not sure what you mean, sir."

"Oh, you'll find out," Rhys promised, and his hand slipped between Cy's legs again. He was a little disappointed that an apparent oral fixation didn't seem to translate much in the way of enjoying giving head. He supposed he couldn't have it all his own way, though, he mused as his fingers wrapped around the younger man's cock again.

Just like that, Cyrus tensed up again, body jerking forward, gasping loudly. However, hopefully to Rhys's surprised his mouth reached for the older man's cock once more, lips curving around it. It wasn't much, but he did manage to fit a fair amount of the man part his lips, tongue going wild in a matter of seconds, seeming to become somewhat fond of the activity.

Rhys's eyebrows jumped, and he bit down on a groan - apparently the younger man just needed encouragement? That he could do, and did, his hand stroking Cy's prick firmly in a way that seemed to urge him on.

"Good ... yes, ah, you're getting the hang of it ... quick study, aren't you?" His voice was throaty with pleasure - the younger man didn't exactly have pacing down, but Rhys couldn't deny that he was enjoying that wild tongue.

Could you blame him for having shaky pacing? First dick that's ever gotten to experience his mouth before, so he'll be a little rough around the edges. But perhaps that's where Rhys comes into play. His head motioned slowly as he slid himself back and forth on Rhys's length, trying to get the right sort of rhythm down that he felt comfortable with that would cause his gag reflex to kick in once more.

His eyes, previously closed, opened for a moment--mid gestures--and glanced up towards the man as if to answer his question. Of course he was quick. This was Cyrus we're talking about.

The younger man's inexperience was half the fun, really, and Rhys would deny vehemently that he wasn't enjoying himself, even the rough patches. Sometimes especially the rough patches.

The Potions professor's prick twitched heavily against Cy's lips, and his head fell back again, though the older man kept stroking his companion, kept encouraging him with attention, licking his fingers to make them slick and wet so he could better work Cy's length in time with the younger man's mouth.

"You know," he said quite casually, absently between low, basso moans, "I think I'm going to really enjoy fucking you."

With each motion of his head, his tongue had found a comfortable spot at the underside of Rhys's length, which he proceeded to lick slowly, each time his head moved back. He'd actually started to enjoy the taste of the man as he motioned forward again, eagerly trying to push himself just a bit. Much to his good graces nothing pushed too hard at the back of his throat, enabling him to pull back, and off of him in order to pass a glance through his hazy blue and gold eyes.

"I-Is that so...?" he said somewhat breathlessly as his chest heaved slowly.

Rhys looked down at the younger man, and his grin was slow and heated and the promise of raw, animal predation. His own dark eyes weren't in the least bit hazy, they were burning.

"Oh yes. But don't worry, my boy, you'll enjoy it, too." Then he squeezed down at the base of Cy's cock, his long fingers snaking below to give the younger man's balls a friendly rub, too.

Cyrus doesn't continue sucking Rhys at this point. Instead, he pushed himself up hands placed on Rhys's legs. His chest started to heave slowly, looking at the man as he gasped quietly in response. Rhys's hands...oh sweet jesus.

"A-Already am..." he said quietly as he managed to make their faces parallel. But he doesn't keep staring, instead he makes an effort to try and kiss him, already mentally accepting that Rhys might push him away.

The older man shifted his grip - he had all of Cy's cock and his testicles in his palm, fingers wrapped around them, making a neat little package that he tugged on as the other professor rose up and looked at him. And that grip tightened as the younger man moved in, but Rhys didn't push him away. No, quite the contrary; he pulled Cy in and invaded his mouth with casual arrogance, licking out the taste of himself from the Runes professor's lips and teeth and tongue.

Such a good boy.

Rhys's free hand found the younger man's ass, pulling him in and encouraging him up onto the Potions professor's lap. That would put him nicely in position for what he wanted to do next - well. What he had to do next before he could get to what he really wanted.

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