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]

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.

[grandhighwizard]

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.