Heine's been aware the entire time, but not moving. His mind is a blur of carnal satisfaction and a pleasure even deeper, utterly fulfilling. He's done well. He's been bred. Bent over with his stomach full and heavy of eggs, soaking wet between his legs and so hard that he's dripping on his old professor's bed, Heine breathes slowly and has to think about nothing.

Eichel laughs again, but it's indulgent. "Come here," he urges, opening his arms to Jade. He reaches out and ruffles his hair before running his hand over his shoulder and back once he gets close, down to his ass.

Cupping the curve of his ass, Eichel squeezes once and lets his hand slip in the slick over to his ass. Even though his whole body is still tired out, he can at least do this for Jade. He circles just his fingertips around the rim of his hole, increasing pressure but not penetrating him just yet.