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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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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

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.

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.

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!

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.

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 ... "

Cy crashed down on the bed, groaning loudly, arms closing around tightly around Rhys's neck. His lips momentarily broke from Rhys's in order to let out another well placed sigh. But his mouth caught Rhys's once more, body arching slightly--no, not slightly, roughly--up into the man's form. His hands fell from Rhy's neck, landing softly on the mattress, as his hands started to grip at the sheets around him.

His eyes wearily opened and took a look at the man over him whose hips were rolling into him steadily. He breathed slowly, trying to keep himself quiet. But the moans from his voice were just a little too loud.

The moans weren't loud enough, in Rhys's opinion, and he thrust forward harder to correct this deficiency. At the same time, his hand slid down to the younger man's cock, wrapping around it and pumping it in time with his hips, doubling the intensity of sensation.

The view Cy saw, when he looked up at the older man, was probably quite different from the normal perpetually-amused, smirking visage of the man. His pale cheeks were flushed, his lips parted, and his dark eyes caught the light queerly as he stared down at his companion. There was such an intensity about his gaze, the way he seemed to devour Cy's face with his eyes, and there was something just slightly unhinged there. An edge, that said this could spill into something else far more rapidly than the Runes professor could control, with just a certain nudge in a direction. Which direction, however, was impossible to say.

A small jolt of fear actually trickled into Cyrus's heart as he took in Rhys's expression, feeling himself growing a little nervous. However, those nerves were easily overcome by the oh-so-overwhelming feeling of having the man buried so deep within him. Cyrus's fingers tightly gripped the sheets and groaned once more, voice growing steadily louder as his back curled up into an arch as he responded to Rhys's large hand enclosing around him.

He nearly whimpered, sounding like a desperate, and overly eager virgin getting the life fucked out of them for the first time. It was nearly as if Cyrus's moans were like erotic little songs that came out. And if Rhys listened carefully, it reall was almost melodic as Cyrus's body twisted and curled about on the bed as the man continued to thrust deep within him.

Rhys was taking in everything about Cy with single minded intensity. His expression, the tone of his skin, the way it flushed, the smell of him, sex and sweat, and every little sound, every harmonic little sigh or musical groan. He realized with some surprise, as he worked the younger man's body, that had he not been the age he was, he might have actually had a difficult time holding out until Cy had come. Stamina really wasn't an issue at 62, but if he had been twenty, he might have been spilling into the smaller professor the moment he heard those sweet noises. As it was, he could feel the pleasure thrum up and down his spine, every little detail adding to a highly interesting encounter.

But he kept his hands and hips steady, ploughing the younger man wider open with each stroke. Shifting his weight, he grabbed one of Cy's hips with bruising force as he adjusted the angle of his cock to rub against a different spot inside the Runes professor.

Oh how he tried to keep his noises to just a heavy breath as Rhys plowed into him. How he tried to stay calm and relaxed. How he tried to remain composed. But oh how all those efforts were in vain as his body twisted and arched with every motion. He recognized a certain twisting and fluttering sensation in his lower abdomen as Rhys continued thrusting deeper into him.

A small grunt as hands gripped at his sides, his throaty breaths coming across more now as the sounds of groans again, groans he was no longer suppressing in the slightest.

He choked on the air in his lungs momentarily. It was brief, so brief that his mind became clouded for just a second, and he gazed wearily up at Rhys before his eyes shut again.

"R-rhys..." he purred, head rolling to the side as he slipped back into that euphoric state yet again.

The big man leaned over his younger companion, stroking over the other professor's cock with demanding force and speed now, his lips nearly pressing to Cy's ear as he kept fucking him, hard and forceful and looking to wring more noises from him.

"You're lovely, n'del, so beautiful," the older man murmured. "Do you know how wanton you look? So open for me, my boy? You're lucky I can control myself, the way you're singing for me ... "

He'd forgotten that he sounded like he was singing when he and Rhys were involved together. Murdoc often would tease him about it when the two of them were involved. Oh. His mind rushed over to Murdoc very briefly before reality struck him again and he gazed at the older man.

Something about how he spoke pushed a little bit inside of Cyrus and his body twisted. Twisted and the usually so-proper young man hissed, and began to swear as his fingers clenched the sheets.

"F-Fuck...fuck..."

His hips began to jerk, as if to pull away from the man, and the fitted sheets started to tug away from the mattress.

But Rhys refused to let him escape. His free hand was a vise on Cy's hip, pulling him back down to meet the older man's thrusts each time the Runes professor jerked. It forced Cy to take the other man's full length with each demanding roll of Rhys's hips, and his hand was relentless on Cy's prick. It was as though he was determined to pull the orgasm from the other professor by main force, to yank it and shove it out of his body with every movement.

That fluttering warmth became far too noticeable for him to ignore and he couldn't exactly hold back much more. He'd been growing to this point, and holding back for quite some time now, and the rhythm that Rhys has reached was not making endurance that easy any longer. Cyrus gave another twist, and his body chose to greet Rhys with a warm, sticky surprise collecting on his hand.

But in that process, Cyrus's entire body went flush and the sound that came from within his throat almost had a choir like quality to it, as he let it all go.

Beautiful. Rhys felt the sharp thrill of satisfaction and triumph as Cy cried out his final pleasure just like an angel - it suited his sense of humor and his ego to hear that melodic note of orgasm. He milked every last pulse of fluid from the younger man as his hips kept working, and then he grabbed the other professor with both hands, one at each hip, holding him in place as Rhys drove into him again and again.

The older man finished in quite a different way that his young companion - his hands suddenly tightened with bruising force and almost the full weight of his body fell across Cy for a breathless few seconds. His face buried in the younger man's neck, Rhys groaned softly as he let loose inside the Runes professor, not allowing the other man to see him or even hear much as he came. A few seconds later, he was pushing himself up on one hand, pulling his weight off of Cy so he was no longer crushing him, and breathing deeply to catch his breath.

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