He lets out another noise, a sort of muffled moan, but with an edge of frustration.

"N-nothing." He tries to rearrange his limbs into a more comfortable position, but every little motion from him just makes him even more aware of just how big Professor Rammsteiner's cock feels inside him. He stops moving, fingers restlessly curling and uncurling against the bedsheets. It's like they're caught in an odd state of limbo, neither of them willing to move.

He sighs, a little frustrated, a little uncertain.