His mind is whiting out with pleasure again, as he gives himself over entirely to Professor Eichel's touch, opening up to him without hesitation. Finally, he gets his robes over his head and off his body, leaving them carelessly to one side, somewhere out of the way.

(But even as he immerses himself in the moment, his mind latches onto that little moment of suspicion, tucking it away to be studied later.)

He doesn't want to leave Professor Eichel, but he also knows Professor Eichel enjoys it when he uses his mouth. Reluctantly, he leaves Professor Eichel's lap, staying on hands and knees with his hips raised in a silent plea. He huffs a soft breath over Professor Eichel's cock and nuzzles at the base, trying to gauge how sensitive he still is.