He's lying, Jade thinks, and raises an eyebrow, but doesn't challenge Professor Eichel out loud.

Then, suddenly, Professor Eichel's hand is on him again, stealing between his legs, fingers sliding into his hole without any difficulty at all. Jade gasps and tenses.

"Not yet," he mutters. He's still slick, but that's simply the slick from before.

But he'll be ready soon, he's sure of that. His hole twitches, instinctively trying to clench around Professor Eichel's fingers, a lazy spark of pleasure fluttering through his body.

He wants this. He doesn't want this. Jade has no idea what is running through his mind any more, but the longer he stands there, the less it seems to matter.