You gotta trust your mastermind

[grandhighwizard]

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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[psiignlanguage]

Since when did Cyrus want it this much? He wasn't sure, but his hands were tugging at Rhys's clothing, and his legs were gently beginning to spread, almost as a way of inviting the man to reach a little bit more about his body. It was Cyrus being a child again. An innocent, aroused little child being felt up by his big bad professor for extra credit.

And it was something about that little mental image that popped into Cyrus's head, that lead to his breaking the kiss momentarily just to be just a little bit vocal.

More like incredibly vocal.

His hands raised and wrapped their way around Rhys's neck, and began to thread their way into his longer hair, giving it a gentle, although rather confused tug.

[grandhighwizard]

He had to laugh again - it was absolutely beautiful, the way Cy was responding to him, like he'd just been waiting for the older man to swoop in and take what he wanted. The tug in his hair spurred him to wrap his arms around the smaller man's waist and actually lift him into Rhys's lap, legs spread over the older man's thighs. He added a little extra incentive to the sudden move by tugging Cy's shirt out of his pants, finally running his fingers over the skin beneath, over ribs and stomach.

The Potions professor's mouth dropped from the next kiss, to trail along Cy's jaw, tongue and lips playing together, down to his throat, but here he was stymied by that tie and collar. Grinning, he pulled back to catch the younger man's gaze, making sure he had his attention before commanding in a low, authoritarian tone, "Take your tie off."

[psiignlanguage]

Cyrus's head pressed forward, tucking itself between Rhys's neck and shoulder, shuddering as his flesh was actually touched this time. It wasn't something he was expecting. He's practically got himself gasping into the crook of his neck. The sound he was letting out was a gentle, whimpering, eager noise, as his fingers grip at Rhys's hair again.

He pulled away, looking to see the man's face. He was so much larger than him, and Cyrus felt scrawny, tiny, insignificant as the man--he nearly though this man was his teacher for a moment--ordered him. Cyrus's hands shook faintly as he reached up and loosened his tie before removing it, tossing it to the side.

The look upon his face was between blank, and flushed, almost as if he was confused over what was happening.

[grandhighwizard]

Confused? Blank? No, Rhys wasn't having any of that - he wanted Cy to know exactly what was happening to him, it was so much better that way. He gently took the Runes professor's hands and tugged them around the taller man's neck. Then his own hands raised to start unbuttoning the younger man's vest, and his shirt, his long fingers deftly pulling each button free with a little yank and twist.

"Cyrus," he said, as he bared more and more skin. His voice was low, purring. "Do you know what I'm going to do to you?"

[psiignlanguage]

He didn't exactly want to admit what he knew was happening. He knew it. He knew he was about to have sex with this man. But he didn't want to say to himself "Cyrus, you are about to let this man have his way with you. Might as well enjoy it."

Instead, he nodded a bit, the motion jerky and hesitant.

"Y-Yeth..." he gasped, watching as Rhys's fingers made easy work of his clothes.

"But...you know I'm athethual."

[grandhighwizard]

The older man threw back his head and laughed, as though that were the funniest joke he'd ever heard. If he ever needed a reminder on why he was bothering with this naive young Runes professor, all he'd have to do was remember that line. Asexual? Oh, it was too funny.

"Is that so?" he asked, when he finally caught his breath again, his cheek red with merriment. "Oh, well, then, I suppose you won't enjoy this at all."

And his hands started playing over the bare skin of Cy's chest. Broad palms stroked from stomach up to shoulders, then down again, as his fingers danced over the younger man's ribs and hips. Then his thumbs circled each nipple, closing in to pinch them lightly, then rub them in gentle flicks. "Not even a little bit ... "

[psiignlanguage]

He'd been cursing himself the second the word came out of his mouth. He fancied himself asexual. As a very sad, pathetic way of reasoning to himself why he didn't have sex often. It was a horrible little thing to do, but it wasn't all that much a shot in the dark. He wasn't usually sexually interested in anything. But right now? Fuck.

Cyrus tensed up, eyes squeezing shut as he tries not to react. He doesn't want to think about the massive hands running over his chest, stomach and shoulders. He doesn't want to think about how his skin is prickling to life with goosebumps in response to the sudden tingling. His breath caught within his throat a number of times, and he desperately attempts to keep that desire to groan suppressed.

"N-No. No-not a-at all."

[grandhighwizard]

Good for you, boy. Trying to play along, Rhys thought with delight, even though his young companion was obviously terrible at this game. "And what about this?"

This time it's his mouth. Wet kisses follow the line of Cy's throat, a tongue caressing the big pulse along the side of his neck, then sucking a small red mark there. Following that, a play of teeth and lips and tongue all together at the arch of Cy's collarbone, then down to his chest. The whole time, Rhys's hands were peeling back the younger man's shirt, baring more of him, then running up and down his spine. The Runes professor was right, he was rather slender, and Rhys could almost span the man's ribs if he pressed his fingertips together at the center of Cy's back, and then spread his hands as wide as they would go. So fragile. He was going to enjoy breaking this one.

[psiignlanguage]

He struggled. Struggled so hard to keep himself quietly. But his back is already curving into a slight arch, chest jutting forward as he gasps. Not only gasps, but groans, fingers gripping tightly at Rhys's long hair. Not once did his eyes crack open. Not once did he manage to let any of the color into his line of vision.

"A-ah..." he choked, feeling his entire body shiver--as he melted.

Rhys 1, Cyrus 0.

[grandhighwizard]

"That's what I thought," the older man said, laughter still dancing under his voice. His mouth dropped to play with one nipple, sucking it into his mouth, holding it lightly, so lightly in place with his teeth, flicking it with his tongue. He sucked blood to the skin here, increasing the pressure bit by bit until the skin was almost purple, then moved to the other to give it the same treatment.

Rhys liked purple.

His hands had dropped again, to Cy's hips, and he stroked them along the waistband of the other man's trousers, playing idly with the button, but not yet opening the fly. No, there was a little more teasing that had to happen here, first - no, they had time, and he was going to take it.

[psiignlanguage]

This time an eye cracked open to watch the man. He had had no idea what he was doing, but it was sending both painful and rather pleasurable receptors to go off within his brain because, Hera help him...it'd been a long time. Cyrus's fingers wove a bit more through Rhys's hair, now looking down at him with a hazy gloss over his eyes.

"C-careful wi-ith that..." he whimpered softly as he felt the throb of bruising starting to prickle to life. Cyrus breathed slowly, harshly, somewhat entranced by what the man was doing.

His hand was at his pants. He's not sure why--oh, wait. He knew why.

"Y-you're not..." he said softly. "A-Are you...?"

[grandhighwizard]

"And why wouldn't I?" the older man asked, though instead of opening Cy's fly, he just let his thumb dip down, tracing over the front of the other professor's trousers, stroking him through the cloth.

[psiignlanguage]

He becomes a little bit too aware of what's happening at this point, but he's in no position to resist--especially because his entire body's been lit afire with that heavy, pulsing sort of haziness that comes with arousal. His eyes, one gold, one blue, monitor how Rhys's hand moves at the top of his pant line.

"I-I thaid..." he murmured, before trailing off. What was the use with saying he was asexual again, if Rhys had already called him out on it?

[grandhighwizard]

"Yes, you did," Rhys agreed with amusement. "I'm not sure why you think that, either." His slid his fingers down slowly so that they were resting at the fork of Cy's legs, his palm pressed warmly against the younger man's clothed cock, though he didn't rub. Not yet.

"You're not a virgin, are you?" Oh, wouldn't that be delightful?

[psiignlanguage]

He felt his teeth pressing into his lip already. Through his blurred, glassesless vision, he became somewhat entranced in watching Rhys's hands pressed against him. Cyrus released the softest of little gasps, trying to freeze himself up.

"N-No, no! O-Of courth not!"

Truth.

[grandhighwizard]

The older man's big hand moved slowly, now, stroking up Cy's front, starting to rub his cock in lazy circles while he watched the Runes professor's face. "Was the sex just spectacularly bad? You're obviously interested," he added, punctuating the last word with a languid squeeze and slightly harder rub.

[psiignlanguage]

Cyrus quite obviously has turned bright red by this gesture and he began to squirm a bit, responding positively to Rhys's motions over the front of his pants. He nibbled the edge of his lip again, head shaking.

"N-No, it wasn't...I just am n-not--ahhhh!" He meant to say he was not fond of it, but that one squeeze? That sent him overboard.

[grandhighwizard]

Beautiful.

"Not what, my dear boy?" Rhys asked, and then he did it again, finding the base of the younger man's cock through his pants, and then squeezing from root to tip with clever, practiced fingers. God, but it was fun to watch Cy try to talk while he was getting felt up, and those little noises? Delicious.

[psiignlanguage]

Cyrus jerked his body forward a bit as Rhys started to stroke him through his clothing and he wiggled about on his lap. He tried to open his mouth up to speak but he just shuddered instead.

But he just choked out with a small gasp and murmured. "Do it..." he said softly. "You theem to really want to thee me g-get off..."

[grandhighwizard]

"Do you think you're going to get off that easy? A quick handjob on my lap like a naughty schoolboy, and then you can slink away?" the older man asked, arch and amused.

"Oh, no. You're right about one thing-" And here he squeezed again, wrapping his fingers around the shape of Cy's cock, rubbing his thumb at where he felt the tip. "I do want to make you come for me. And I fully intended to. But I'm going to take my time. After all, I might not get another chance at you, might I? You might take every little ounce of pleasure I can give you, feel ashamed of yourself in the morning, and hide whenever you see me. So I'm going to enjoy you, Cyrus. Every motherfucking inch."

[psiignlanguage]

No. No. No. No. No. Cyrus could feel his stammer, and feel his lisp growing within his mouth and throat again and he had to fight off the urge to scream a little bit. And that mental image? No. Cyrus needed to get the mental image of a student-teacher relationship out of his mind. It was resonating with him in such a strange way, and he kept having to single out reasons why it wouldn't work. Because just like that, he was envisioning himself back in his Hogwarts uniform, sitting on a teacher's lap, whimpering as a teacher got him off as exchange for a bad grade. Cyrus had to remind himself that it was absurd. First of all, he'd never gotten a bad grade, and second of all, he hadn't lost his virginity until after school. But that mental image sure as hell was causing the halfblood to groan a little bit.

He panted, eyes growing wide as his body jerked forward once Rhys's hand had actually wrapped around him. He then closed his eyes, squeezing them shut so he might attempt to block out the image of the older man's smiling--and rather sadistic--expression.

"A-and what if I thay n-no...?" he groaned, shrinking up on himself to keep from allowing his body to let out a small spasm in response to the gesture.

[grandhighwizard]

"That all depends on how you say no," Rhys said, and there was nothing but utter confidence in his voice. He was sure he was going to get his way. "If you climb off, put your clothes back on, and walk out the door, I won't stop you. I'm not a rapist."

Some might argue that point, but they weren't here, and the older man squeezed Cy's cock again, slow and even. "But I'm going to do you the favor of assuming whatever refusals come out of your mouth aren't things you really mean. It gives you that little out, doesn't it? 'I said no ... what else was I supposed to do?' But you still get to come harder than you ever have before."

[psiignlanguage]

Rhys had a point. While Cyrus--and his pride--weren't totally committed to this, there was the whole him-feeling-amazing-and-getting-off-right-about-now-sounded-lovely thing going on right now as well. He was trying to make it oh-so-obvious that he was interested in getting out of this situation, but...

He couldn't really argue it now, could he? Rhys wasn't his ideal candidate. In fact, men in general weren't his ideal candidates. But Cyrus was an open individual. Rhys seemed interested in sleeping with him, and he didn't want to have to shamelessly walk away from this, with the need to find himself an unoccupied bathroom to satisfy himself in.

And then he relaxed. Finally. He didn't say anything in response. But he just relaxed and allowed his hips to press upwards into Rhys's hand, somewhat eagerly. Consider this consent, his head nodding slowly, and a weary, little smile flickering on to his lips.

"I-I sth'pose...I can't really s-say no...can I?"

[grandhighwizard]

"You can," Rhys said, grinning wider. "You can say it as much as you want, my boy. You can scream it, if you like, when I have my mouth around your prick."

He leaned forward, then, hand still busy between the younger man's legs, and put his lips to Cy's ear, murmuring in a tone that brooked no argument, "Now wrap your legs around my waist."

[psiignlanguage]

And the stammer was back as he tried to protest. Lewd language, no matter what the circumstances, he always found himself flustered at dirty talk. It just sounded so unnatural. He heaved out a rough breath and then nodded gently, lifting his legs slightly, and maneuvering them around the man's waist.