Even without that hand on his back, Jade doesn't think he's capable of moving anyway. He stays slumped on top of Professor Rammsteiner, his mind still strangely blank, tiredness seeping through his bones. He's exhausted, vaguely in pain now that the rush of adrenaline is wearing off, and he's dimly aware that he's filthy and wet, inside and out.

The gently touch on his leg attracts his attention. Tiredly, he follows Professor Eichel's lead, ignoring Professor Rammsteiner for now. He doesn't have enough left in him to focus on both of them at the same time.

When he sees the mess that covers Professor Eichel's cock, his tongue unconsciously darts out to wet his lips. He should be too wrung out for any more. But there's something visceral about the sight of Professor Eichel like this, something that sends a curl of heat through Jade.

He almost groans, exasperated at himself.