The first time Professor Eichel's fingers slip into him with nonchalant ease, Jade feels his spine grow rigid, pleasure shocking through him.
The next time it happens, he moans out loud, his hips lifting instinctively in a (fruitless) attempt to get those fingers deeper into him.
But absorbed in the moment as he is, he still hasn't entirely lost his grip on rational thought. At Professor Eichel's words, Jade's eyes snap up to meet his, a small frown creasing his face.
"How did you - " - know what happened back there, he's about to say, but he interrupts himself in a low gasp as he's pulled down.
He's still wearing his school robes, even if they're a dishevelled mess, half-open and parts of them soaked through with the slick that drips from him. But the voluminous fabric still presents an obstacle between his body and Professor Eichel's. Impatiently, Jade tries to pull his robes off, grinding against Professor Eichel as he does.
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The next time it happens, he moans out loud, his hips lifting instinctively in a (fruitless) attempt to get those fingers deeper into him.
But absorbed in the moment as he is, he still hasn't entirely lost his grip on rational thought. At Professor Eichel's words, Jade's eyes snap up to meet his, a small frown creasing his face.
"How did you - " - know what happened back there, he's about to say, but he interrupts himself in a low gasp as he's pulled down.
He's still wearing his school robes, even if they're a dishevelled mess, half-open and parts of them soaked through with the slick that drips from him. But the voluminous fabric still presents an obstacle between his body and Professor Eichel's. Impatiently, Jade tries to pull his robes off, grinding against Professor Eichel as he does.