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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[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.

[grandhighwizard]

Rhys gave him one last squeeze, then slid his hands over the younger man's ass, then down to his thighs. Then, with seemingly little effort he stood up, supporting Cy's weight and holding him flush up to his body as he carried the Runes professor across the room and to the door of his bed chamber, opening the door with a flick of his wand.

The older man's bedroom was ... interesting. The bed was draped with more of that cloth, gauze forming colorful curtains around the big, canopied bed, and there was more of that strange art on the walls, this somewhat more disturbing. A chest of drawers hosted a vast array of bottles and mysterious potions resting on top of it, and there was a huge armoire made of some dark wood pushed up against the far wall.

It was to the bed, though, that Rhys carried the younger man, setting his knees on the edge to spill Cy backward across the softness of the duvet.

[psiignlanguage]

"You could have asked me to go to your room with you." That's the first thing that went through Cyrus's mind as Rhys stood up. He felt like a child again. But in a way he was a child next to Rhys. How old again...? Well over twenty years older, he knew that--oh god. He felt the blood stir between his legs again and he allowed the little squeak of a gasp release from his mouth, thanks to the feeling of himself rubbing against part of Rhys's torso.

And then he caught a glimpse of the paintings and Cyrus felt himself getting a bit nervous now. Not anxious, but nervous. But before he could react, he was on his back, lying on Rhys's bed, gazing up at him, nearly bewildered at this point.

[grandhighwizard]

Gazing down at the younger man, Rhys felt a surge of dark satisfaction. Yes, this was what he'd intended when he'd invited Cy here. He was going to get exactly what he wanted, and give the other professor something to remember him by, even if he could never talk him into this again.

The Potions professor pulled the linen tunic over his head, revealing his own broad chest, black hair curling against the pale skin. He wasn't built like someone who worked out, but there was no denying the power in his frame, the muscle beneath the skin, and ... something else, too. A faint wash of color, some sort of design that seemed to dance just below the surface, like his veins, and then was gone. Teeth flashed in his smile, and then nimble fingers were at the button of Cy's trousers, deftly undoing it, pulling the zip down, then the trousers themselves, baring the younger man smoothly.

[psiignlanguage]

Needless to say, Cyrus wasn't entirely unprepared for this at this point. However, he did lift an arm to cover his eyes once Rhys started to strip. It was a means of trying to have common decency. He was still relatively blind, and he murmured something along the lines of Rhys being comfortable with his body to be that willing to undress. But before he could really make the words any louder, he nearly squeaked as his pants were removed from his body--and his hands went to cover himself up rather poorly.

[grandhighwizard]

The man's slender wrists were grabbed quite neatly, and his hands pulled away from his groin, exposing him once more to Rhys's greedy eyes. He was taking in everything, the way the man lay, the totality of his naked body, his skin, and his cock.

"I didn't tell you you could cover up, did I?" he asked sternly - he'd been noticing how Cy seemed to respond to a voice of authority, and found it fascinating, something he was willing to play with. Rhys, after all, could have a very authoritative voice when he wanted to. Being on the Wizengamot had ensured that.

[psiignlanguage]

Cyrus went still once Rhys pulled his hands away, but he did squirm just enough to try and cover himself up so the other man might not get as much of a look at him as he already had. He felt a breath hitch in his throat and stared towards Rhys from the corner of his bi-colored eyes.

"Th-there." he said, finally giving up in regards to hiding himself. "I'm not moving."

[grandhighwizard]

Smiling, Rhys released the other man's wrists. "No. You're not. Good boy."

The tip of one long finger was pressed to the head of Cy's cock, just at the divot in the crown, then drawn slowly, slowly down the length of it, all the way to the root, where it circled and slid up the other side, right back to the tip.

"Pretty little thing ... "

[psiignlanguage]

And like that, Cyrus paled and his chest and back forced him to arch upwards just a tiny bit now. He inhaled sharply, trying to avoid gasping at the tingle that began to rocket through him. It was not something he was expecting...At least not yet. But the groan escaped him, and instantly, his entire face--and then some--was flushed pale pink with surprise.

[grandhighwizard]

Slowly, Rhys's finger circled the head of the younger man's cock, lazy circles that spiraled from the slit to the crown and then back up. Each touch was light, teasing, and then the Potions professor pressed the very tip of his finger against the slit once more, pushing just inside it - not far, no more than a millimeter or two would fit - but enough to be felt. And then his hand was gone, his palm and fingers smoothing over the concave plane of Cy's stomach, up his chest, then down his thighs. The older man's big hands swept over bare skin, stimulating, dancing lightly, learning the smaller man's body in brushes of his hands.

[psiignlanguage]

His body arched gently as Rhys's fingers ran along him, feeling the chill run up and down his spine in a moment. He could already feel his fingers grasping somewhat at the bedding around him. The tug of nerves that came from the finger pressing into the slit caused Cyrus to vocalize again, jaw going slack momentarily.

And then, the halfblood relaxed quickly, laying flat on the mattress again, already panting softly.

[grandhighwizard]

The older man's hands were soothing, stroking up and down, all the way to Cy's neck, then down to his knees, like Rhys was smoothing a sheet on a mattress. That is until they ran up the inside of the Runes professor's thigh, inexorably pushing the other man's legs open. Until his fingers found the soft sac between those legs, petted over it, gently rolled testicles between thumb and forefinger, pressed just underneath into the sensitive skin of the younger man's perineum, massaging the muscle there, playing with the most intimate parts of Cy as though he had the right to them.