Heine presses the pads of his fingers upward, rubbing them against Jade until he feels like he's relaxed at least enough for the slide of his fingers to be easy.

When he pulls his hands back, breath escapes him in a sigh. There's a moment of just looking down at Jade, taking in the sight of him and trying to reconcile the heat in his gut with every memory of meeting Jade's eyes during class.

Heine stands back just far enough to take off his pants and kick them off, leaving his shirt on even though he has to hold up the hem while slicking a layer of lube over himself.