He's more vocal now, gasping out loud at the unexpected splash of lube against his skin. Professor Rammsteiner holding him up higher has him tensing, only to moan as he feels himself squeeze tightly around the cock inside him. His back arches as Professor Rammsteiner pulls out, and there's nowhere for him to go even if he's struggle, not when Professor Rammsteiner is gripping onto him like this.

He shudders violently as he's filled again, his eyes fever-bright and glazed. It feels better this time...doesn't it?

His only response to Professor Rammsteiner's question is a series of quiet pants as he tries to regain his focus. Is this good? He doesn't know; it feels like he'll never get used to it.

He thinks he might like it, though. This dizzying whirl of emotion is something new, something he can't quite understand. He wants to take it apart. He wants to take Professor Rammsteiner apart.

"Keep going," he manages, his voice tight with strain.