He slumps back into the seat after he's done, eyes closed again, listening to the sounds of Professor Rammsteiner cleaning up. He feels pleasantly loose, pleasantly tired, a warm sort of buzz humming through his body.

...And, beneath it all, he can still feel a niggling itch, the same itch that had sent him out searching for more. Jade hesitates for a moment, just to make sure that's what he's really feeling, but it's unmistakable. He feels satisfied, but not satisfied enough.

He lets out an impatient sigh, sitting up straight. His eyes open again, looking up at Professor Rammsteiner.

"You're red," he observes. His voice is softer than usual, its edge dulled by the pleasant afterglow of orgasm, but he sounds as matter-of-fact as always.