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 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 ...

[psiignlanguage]

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.

[grandhighwizard]

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?"

[psiignlanguage]

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."

[grandhighwizard]

"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.

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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.

[grandhighwizard]

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.

[psiignlanguage]

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.

[grandhighwizard]

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."

[psiignlanguage]

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.

[grandhighwizard]

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.

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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.

[grandhighwizard]

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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Cyrus's chest pressed firmly up against Rhys's, groaning into the older man's mouth, his entire body shuddering as the other tugged at his flesh. Had his lips been away from the others, it would have been an all on cry, thanks to the fluttering that slammed into his stomach. His hands picked themselves up off the mans thighs and then snaked their way around his neck as he sat himself upon his lap.

[grandhighwizard]

A little bit of adjusting, a tug on Cy's thighs, and the smaller man was right where the Potions professor wanted him. The older man's big cock was snugged up tightly between Cy's legs, the head rubbing against his ass in suggestive little motions while the big man kept a firm grip on his companion's prick. Such a convenient handle, really, and it throbbed so nicely.

He let the kiss draw out into something slower, teasing, as Rhys freed a hand up to reach for his wand, resting innocently on the edge of the bed. He drew the long length of black walnut down the spine of the young man in his lap, a tingling, electric sensation trailing from the tip as it headed south.

[psiignlanguage]

Each little breath that Cy's kiss for Rhys delivered was a heavy gasp, shuddering as his body eagerly responded to the pressure from the older man's cock pressing up against him. He groaned, arms tight, and head hazy. He shivered, one of the arms pulling from Rhys's neck to settle between his legs in order to assist the man in stroking himself.

And then he pulled away, slightly, gasping as his lips hovered before Rhys's momentarily, curious as to where that little tingle came from.

[grandhighwizard]

The older man grinned up at him, greatly amused by all Cy's gasps and reactions, as though this were all new to him. He could tell it wasn't, but the boy was so responsive. The wand trailed magic down his spine, until it rested just above the other professor's tailbone. Rhys leaned in and murmured the words of the spell against Cy's lips, lost them in another kiss.

There was no losing the sensation, though, as suddenly the younger man's ass tingled, and then went warm in waves that washed pleasantly through his body as something slick coated up inside him, without any held from any other force pushing it in. Rhys was kind enough to add just a touch of a muscle relaxant spell - he was very large, after all, and he was finding, with this squirming and gasping young man on his lap, that he no longer cared to be patient. It would make things a little less screaming agony for a man who said he was asexual. Rhys was fairly sure that didn't mean Cy was shoving toys up himself every other night instead, and he'd need that help to take what the professor was going to put in him.

This time, any way.

[psiignlanguage]

He couldn't keep the kiss connected as the spell started to work its way on him. He suddenly became vocal as the pulsing tingling sensation gushed through him. He wasn't entirely aware that it was a spell, however. His sounds came out in the form of breath little 'ha' sounds as he tensed up, trying to remain composed just enough to get a few words out. But every time he managed to bring himself down in order to speak, he just groaned again.

[grandhighwizard]

Tossing the wand aside, Rhys ran his fingers down the younger man's back, from the nape of his neck all the way down to the cleft of his ass, before they probed between. He pressed two inside the professor, past the ring of muscle, just testing the waters as it were while he watched Cy's face with predatory intent and feral delight in equal portions.

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Cyrus shivered, the feather-light touch from Rhys's fingers had already sent him over the edge once this night. And now for a second time. With a heavy groan, he rolled his hips forward, griding into the older individual's abdomen, trembling slightly.

"G-Go on..." he choked softly. "Get t-to it."

[grandhighwizard]

The older man's laugh rang out, low and bright, somehow, like the pealing of an old church bell. "Well, if you insist," he purred, and he pulled his fingers free, trailing wetness down the inside of Cy's thigh as he reached down for his own cock, and positioned it just so ...

And then it was just a matter of urging the younger man up a little on his knees, then back down on the hard, hot length waiting for him. The thick flesh that was breaching his body, inch by slow inch filling him up as Rhys guided Cy down on his prick, his own lips half open as he panted, concentrating fiercely - he couldn't pretend to be even slightly casual any more. No, this was the meat of the matter, right here, and the thought made him laugh again, though it was more distracted sounding this time.

[psiignlanguage]

Cyrus liked to compare this feeling to that of being stabbed in the stomach whilst being kissed. That was how he often mentally compared it. How he compared the blistering pain of the first intrusion, the liquid heat of being filled up, and the humming little flickers of absolute bliss...it meshed well, at least in his mind it did. He hadn't realized that he'd actually nearly screamed once Rhys had entered him. He hadn't realized that he'd given such a violent tug to the man's hair. He hadn't realized how eager he was to crush his mouth against that of the older man's again, just to make himself go quiet.

He hadn't realized just how much he missed this.

[grandhighwizard]

The kiss was hard and hot and furious this time, as though Rhys had been holding back for all those previous kisses. He pulled the younger man all the way down, until he was sunk to the hilt in the Runes professor, and bit at Cy's lips and tongue before answering the crush of mouth with one of his own. He shoved his tongue inside in the way that he was seated up the younger man's arse below, opening sigh up and taking everything his had to offer.

And then he rolled his hips and started to move, and it was glorious. He'd suspected the quiet, stiff man at the table in the Great Hall had been hiding something, but this exceeded all his expectations, this writhing, near screaming bundle of heat on his lap, enveloping him and making his body thrum with power and desire. Oh, beautiful, beautiful boy!

[psiignlanguage]

And oh how he was squirming. His body was trembling, trying to make sense of the man inside of him. Of the awkward way the muscles of his flesh were stretching. The sudden, and yet very welcome intrusion made Cyrus's entire body buckle up, pressing firmly against Rhys's body. His fingers curled tightly in the man's hair. His jaw was open, wide, allowing their tongues to fight in a battle--that Cyrus was very much losing. He could feel himself salivating out from the corner of his mouth, body quaking as the older man began to move. With each thrust of his hips, and each little pinch that surged through him, Cyrus fell further over the edge, practically melting in the older man's arms.

[grandhighwizard]

The pace was slow, steady. The beat of a big kettle drum, counting out the strokes. Rhys's tongue moved hungrily in the younger man's mouth, as though he was trying to eat Cy's essence out through his lips, but his hips were consistent, a rhythm of pleasure that thrust up into the other professor over and over. And it was wonderful, having this squirming, needy creature on his lap, but it wasn't quite right.

A big hand slid to the small of Cy's back, holding him firmly, supporting his weight, so Rhys could shift his body and then rise up to his knees. He spilled the younger man back across the bed so he could loom over him, cover Cy's body with his own, thrust into him more fully. It necessitated breaking the kiss, and the Potions professor murmured to the younger man as he pounded into him, "Beautiful, oh, my lovely boy, yes ... "