Professor Eichel is laughing. Laughing at him? He can't tell. It doesn't really matter anyway. There's something else nudging at his entrance, something slim. Jade shudders as he feels cool lube being squeezed out, covering his hole and dripping inside until he feels loose and wet. They've barely started, and he already feels so used.

He tries to relax under the soothing press of Professor Rammsteiner's hands, making a soft noise at the drag of Professor Rammsteiner's cock as he pulls out - not all the way, thankfully, Jade doesn't think he'll enjoy feeling so loose and open. He isn't given a moment of reprieve before he's filled again, but at least it's easier this time. Whatever Professor Eichel did is working. Or maybe he's adjusting. Likely, it's both. He feels dazed and disoriented, his mind running over and over in loops of half-formed thoughts.

It's easy to just close his eyes and focus on the feeling of being thrust into, stretched out, so slick that there's lube dripping down his thighs. He can take this. They're going slow for the moment; better to get used to it now rather than later.

He isn't aware of when he first starts moaning, voice tinged with pleasure. He finds himself slumping against Professor Rammsteiner, soft-boned, legs spread and hips rocking slightly at a particularly slow thrust, trying to seek out more.

When he realizes what he's doing, he stops himself, biting at Professor Rammsteiner's shoulder again.