They settle in a rhythm of sorts: Professor Eichel moving smooth and fast, Professor Rammsteiner slower, his motions a little robotic. Jade makes a quiet noise when his thrusts suddenly stop, as if a switch had been flipped. His hips jut backward, searching for that warm friction again.

Then he stops, every bit as still as Professor Rammsteiner is, when he feels the head of Professor Eichel's cock at his entrance again, pressing down with an inexorable pressure. I can't, he wants to say, but bites the words back, teeth sinking into Professor Rammsteiner instead. He can do this. He's hard, isn't he? His cock is hard and aching, and for the past while, he's been grinding against Professor Rammsteiner every so often.

It's easier to just boil this down to the facts. He's hard. He wants to be fucked until he comes. Professor Eichel is heavy on top of him, pinning him down, but - it's fine.

But none of that prepares him for the reality of being thrust into, that overwhelming rush of being stretched and filled. Jade can't quite stifle a hoarse cry, and then there's a flood of quiet noises spilling from him as Professor Eichel fucks him, with enough force to send his body rocking back and forth, his cock sliding against Professor Rammsteiner's soft skin.

Rational thought fades away again. All he's aware of is the solid weight of Professor Eichel, bearing down on him, the rapid slide of his cock into his slick hole, seeming to go deeper and deeper each time. He's barely aware of Professor Eichel coming, only that he's suddenly being grabbed with even greater strength than before, and that Professor Eichel had slammed into him, as deeply as possible.

Shuddering, his hole twitching, Jade moves mindlessly against Professor Rammsteiner, trying to seek his own release.