Eichel willingly continues indulging Jade, one hand resting on his hip and the other wandering up to feel his chest. His palm drags over skin before fingertips rub over one nipple, teasing. It'll be a while yet before he's hard again, but there's pleasure in this, too, watching two of his students.

Beneath Jade, Heine is nothing but reactive, not stifling his responses but not acting on his own either. Occasionally he gasps, or his eyelids flutter, and his hands keep clutching at the sheets. The part of his mind that still works is overcome with the simply understanding that it feels good, so sure it is good. He's never had sex in this way before, spread open and vulnerable. But that doesn't matter. As Jade starts trying to heft him up Heine lifts his hips accordingly, bringing his knees back.

He hasn't been told to be quiet, so Heine doesn't blanch from letting out more noise, soft moans and gasps though his body still tightens automatically from time to time. The wants he feels now are nebulous, simple (deeply ingrained from a past of pulling away); Heine doesn't hesitate to spread his legs wider and to reach up for Jade—but his hand stops after resting on his shoulder.