Jade doesn't respond, except to stretch and flex his fingers, spreading his legs further open. His hips can't as he starts to ride his own fingers. It's not the most comfortable of positions, and he thinks about moving to hands and knees instead, but that would mean taking his eyes off his teachers.
He matches the rhythm of his movements to Professor Eichel's thrusts, trying to imagine that it's the older man fucking into him instead, but that only sends a fresh wave of frustration coursing through him. He's so, so close to getting what he wants, only for it to be denied to him.
When Professor Eichel finishes and slumps back, Jade pauses for a moment. His thighs are starting to tremble with strain, slick covering the back of them in a glistening layer. His head is spinning.
With a hoarse noise, he shifts forwards on his knees to get to Professor Eichel's side. It doesn't even matter if Professor Eichel can't - or won't - fuck him yet; right now, he just wants someone's hands on him.
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He matches the rhythm of his movements to Professor Eichel's thrusts, trying to imagine that it's the older man fucking into him instead, but that only sends a fresh wave of frustration coursing through him. He's so, so close to getting what he wants, only for it to be denied to him.
When Professor Eichel finishes and slumps back, Jade pauses for a moment. His thighs are starting to tremble with strain, slick covering the back of them in a glistening layer. His head is spinning.
With a hoarse noise, he shifts forwards on his knees to get to Professor Eichel's side. It doesn't even matter if Professor Eichel can't - or won't - fuck him yet; right now, he just wants someone's hands on him.