When he sees just where Professor Eichel is looking at, Jade swallows, a flush creeping into his cheeks. It's not that he's ashamed or, even worse, shy. He's just...not accustomed to being looked at like this. Not accustomed to the way Professor Eichel smiles, not a hint of shame or regret on his expression.

He's so much different from Professor Rammsteiner. It's a good thing.

(Is it?)

He shivers, a slight frown twisting his face at the odd feeling of the mess inside him, slick and slippery as it trickles out of him, back down the shaft of Professor Rammstener's cock. But he reminds himself to focus, easing himself free the rest of the way. Professor Rammsteiner's cock slides out of him, and another shiver runs up his spine. Somehow, he feels even emptier than before.

Forcing himself to focus on cleaning up, he closes the distance between himself and Professor Eichel, moving on hands and knees, not having the strength move in a more dignified manner. Vaguely, he finds himself missing the feeling of Professor Eichel's hand in his hair. It's easier to let himself be directed; Professor Eichel has so much more experience with this than he does, Jade trusts him to teach him properly.

With only a bit of hesitation, he reaches out to curl his hand around the base of Professor Eichel's cock. He runs the tip of his tongue upwards, feather-light, frowning a little at the mess in front of him.