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]

Rhys let him for a moment, just watching the younger man's lips closed around his finger with a pleased smirk. And then he added a second, working both slowly in and out of Cy's mouth, pushing them deep and then withdrawing to just the tips, before doing it again, mock fucking the other professor's mouth lazily. He wondered how his prick would look in there.

Well, time enough to find that out, if the way Cy seemed to be enjoying himself was any indicator. It was clear the poor boy needed to be laid properly, and had been for awhile.

[psiignlanguage]

Cyrus wasn't aware of it, but he was letting out wanton little moans as the fingers moved in and out of his mouth. And if one were to look closely, there was a hint of a smile on his lips as the digits gestured back and forth, and his tongue danced between them. Soft, but heavy little breaths forced their ways past the fingers and past his lips, indicating just how eager he was.

[grandhighwizard]

"Lovely," Rhys murmured approvingly, and he pulled his fingers free, painting some of the saliva across Cy's lower lip. He replaced the fingers soon enough with the ones on his left hand, pumping in and out, in and out lewdly. His right hand dropped to the younger man's prick, however, and he used his spit slicked fingers to languidly stroke the hard shaft, from root to tip.

[psiignlanguage]

Breath caught in his throat as he tried to continue giving metaphorical head to Rhys's fingers. He hadn't expected the man to grasp him so quickly. This time, the motions of his tongue were jerky, slower--distracted. The rest of him was too absorbed in the heavy, but liquid heat that Rhys was igniting by beginning to jerk him off.

[grandhighwizard]

And then the big man was looming over him, hand still working his cock. Rhys leaned on one elbow, so he could keep his fingers in Cy's mouth while still being directly above him, almost pressed skin to skin. His long, dark curls brushed over the slender man's shoulder and throat as the Potions professor leaned in even further, put his lips to Cy's ear.

"You've done this before, haven't you?" Long fingers suddenly squeezed tight at the base of the younger man's cock. "You like doing this, with that beautiful mouth."

[psiignlanguage]

If he had the chance to bite his lip, he would have. If he had the chance to really moan for the man, he would have. If he had had the opportunity to shut him up and jam his tongue in Rhys's mouth? He would have. Cyrus raised his hips, head rolling to the side as his tongue still awkwardly ran against the man's fingers.

The sound he made was affirmative, letting him know that he had an oral fixation that Rhys was doing a splendid job at satisfying.

[grandhighwizard]

Laughing, low and pleased, and just this side of mocking, vibrated against Cy's ear. "No wonder you're so popular, my boy," Rhys murmured, as he added another finger to the two thrusting in and out of his companion's mouth. "Do you suck cock just as well?"

[psiignlanguage]

Even if he did want to answer, it was nearly impossible as the third finger caused Cyrus to choke a bit at the sudden intrusion. He just groaned against the fingers as he tried to remain relaxed, allowing his tongue to flick gently at the undersides of each digit that continued their exploration.

[grandhighwizard]

Rhys pinched his tongue playfully, then released it, allowing the younger man to keep licking for a few moments, before pulling them out again, resting them on Cy's bottom lip as he gave the Runes professor's cock a few firmer strokes.

"Answer the question, boy."

[psiignlanguage]

Cyrus finally opened his eyes, and gazed at Rhys with a rather dumbfounded look on his face. His mind was clouded, and he couldn't remember what the question was. But after it hit him, he licked his lips, and swallowed somewhat harshly. Cyrus's head rolled to the other side, shuddering from the older man's hand on his cock.

"I-I wouldn't know..." he said softly. "I-I've never given..."

[grandhighwizard]

"Never? You never given head?" Rhys asked, actually quite surprised. He laughed, though - it was too perfect. The younger man was obviously very nearly gagging for it, if he responded to just fingers in his mouth like that. And to think, no one had ever taken advantage of that? Oh, what a little miracle he'd found.

"Well, then there's something I do have to teach you, after all." He squeezed Cy's cock one more time, before sitting back on his haunches, grinning. "I expect you'll get good marks after a little demonstration, though."

[psiignlanguage]

Cyrus sat up somewhat, watching as Rhys pulled back. He fumbled to see if his glasses were around, but they must have fallen off somewhere between here and the couch. He knew exactly what the older man was talking about, but he couldn't exactly make sense of it. His mind was going a mile a minute, almost as if his brain had evolved into a computer.

"P-Pardon?"

[grandhighwizard]

"Oh, come now, you can't be that slow, you're a professor, aren't you?" Rhys asked merrily, pulling himself off the bed and casually stripping himself off his trousers, so he was as naked as Cy. Even someone as blind as the younger man was without his glasses could probably see that the older man was clearly aroused, but he held himself completely without shame or self-consciousness.

"Come here. Stand up."

[psiignlanguage]

He craned his neck slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of what Rhys was doing. But the second he saw the man's arousal, he brought his hands up to shield his line of sight so he couldn't see anything. But he really wasn't in that much of a position to argue, though he was in a position to listen to Rhys's commands.

So Cyrus carefully slid himself off the bed, and brought himself to standing. He was somewhat off balance thanks to the wine in his system. His eyes focused on Rhys only briefly before he diverted his gaze, turning his head to the side to avoid having to look directly at the older man's erection.

[grandhighwizard]

"It's a little late to be shy now, isn't it?" Rhys asked, inordinately amused as rested his hands on Cy's hips, drawing him back to the bed. The older man sat down on the edge, pulling the Runes professor so that he was standing in front of Rhys. The Potions professor was tall enough that this still didn't put him on groin level, but it would do for now.

"Now. Can you see well enough to be able to tell what I'm doing? Because you will need to pay attention, my boy, if you want to learn."

[psiignlanguage]

He was rather surprised to get pulled close to the man as he sat. He rubbed at one of his eyes, focusing towards his face--nothing else. Just his face. Cyrus muttered a soft apology for his apprehensive nature in regards to nudity and the like, but then just nodded slowly.

"Y-Yes, sir. I-I can see you."

[grandhighwizard]

"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.

[psiignlanguage]

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.

[grandhighwizard]

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.

[psiignlanguage]

"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.

[grandhighwizard]

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.

[psiignlanguage]

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.

[grandhighwizard]

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.

[psiignlanguage]

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.

[grandhighwizard]

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.