There's nothing graceful about what they're doing. Nothing emotional, either, save for a shared desire to get off and get it over with.

At least it doesn't take long. Jade's mind wanders a little, circling back to his studies and the tournament, but in the end, he manages to return his focus to the physicality of what they're doing. His breathing deepens, growing harsher, interspersed with quiet little half-moans. He feels that familiar tension climbing again, winding tighter and tighter, until it spills over in a spurt of wet heat, painting Professor Rammsteiner's thighs white.

For a moment, he simply slumps against Professor Rammsteiner, breathing hard.