His breath hitches, then leaves him in a sigh. For him, preparation is a means to an end, something to be finished quickly so he can move on. But the way Professor Rammsteiner is touching him right now, feeling out his most sensitive spots... Jade raises himself slightly, kneeling, trying to press himself against the digits stroking at his inner walls.

There's something different about the way Professor Rammsteiner is fingering him compared to that first time, but he lacks the skill (or experience) to discern what it is. He only knows that it's pleasant. Pleasurable. Just like the hand stroking at his hair. He isn't entirely sure who Professor Eichel is talking to - and isn't sure if he likes the thought of being called good boy, as if he's some dog - but he reacts to the hum of his low voice all the same, a shudder twisting through his shoulderblades.

He's jolted out of his thoughts as Professor Rammsteiner's fingers brush against something inside him, making him tense up and hiss, thighs twitching.

More. He wants to feel that again. More insistently than before, he grinds down against Professor Rammsteiner's fingers. Perhaps he should be ashamed of being so easy - especially tonight, he's heard plenty of his peers whispering and giggling about this sort of thing - but Jade has never been one to shy away from what he wants.