His pulse jumps under the sharpness of Professor Rammsteiner's teeth. He screws his eyes tightly shut, breathing in erratic little gasps, but that's the extent of the strain he shows. Even now, he's given to stoicism.

It's fine. It's fine. Professor Eichel is on top of him, his grip powerful. He's being praised. He just has to stay still and accept this feeling of being split open, bit by bit, until it feels like his eyesight is swimming again and he can hardly breathe beyond choked, pained gasps.

Finally, Professor Eichel stops. Jade pants helplessly, back bowed, muscles twitching. It's too much, having both his teachers inside him like this. He can't think, and that realization sends a cold shock down his spine. He buries his face against Professor Rammsteiner again, still trembling.