An odd expression passes over his face, something that is almost a smile but not quite. He's...pleased, he thinks. He's filled with the satisfaction of a job well done, as if he had just figured out a particularly difficult spell.
Without a hint of hesitation, he tries to slip Professor Rammsteiner's robe off of his shoulders, noting the Muggle clothing he wore underneath, but not thinking much of it. He doesn't even bother trying to get Professor Rammsteiner's shirt off, just goes directly for his pants, slipping one hand past his waistband to grab for his cock.
"Do you want to do this here?" He asks, all business. "Or back on the bed?"
why do icons have to exist tbh
An odd expression passes over his face, something that is almost a smile but not quite. He's...pleased, he thinks. He's filled with the satisfaction of a job well done, as if he had just figured out a particularly difficult spell.
Without a hint of hesitation, he tries to slip Professor Rammsteiner's robe off of his shoulders, noting the Muggle clothing he wore underneath, but not thinking much of it. He doesn't even bother trying to get Professor Rammsteiner's shirt off, just goes directly for his pants, slipping one hand past his waistband to grab for his cock.
"Do you want to do this here?" He asks, all business. "Or back on the bed?"