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wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure

To say Jade is displeased would be an understatement. It's not that he cares about this detention tarnishing his record, no. He doesn't really care about his record. What he does care about is how it cuts into his studying time. He had just come across a particularly fascinating snippet on the nature of death and the soul...

(And besides, those Hufflepuffs had started it with their incessant chattering. They're like a less annoying version of Saphir, and nobody had ever really objected when he hexed Saphir. And it's not like he used a serious hex; he just sealed and removed their mouths. Easily reversible, if they knew what they were doing - and knew how to use nonverbal spells.

After all, what kind of first-year doesn't know how to use nonverbal spells?)

But someone had taken offense to his hex, and now he finds himself trudging to Professor Rammsteiner's office, growing increasingly irritated at the loss of his study time. From what he's heard of detentions, they usually entail doing useless, mundane tasks easily accomplished with a little creative wandwork. He's thought about ignoring Professor Rammsteiner's orders more than once, but he's also been told that it would just lead to more detentions and thus a bigger waste of time.

Oh well. He's here now. With one last irritated sigh, he raises his hand to the door and knocks.

"Professor Rammsteiner? This is Jade Curtiss."

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Foreign desires or not, Heine isn't ready to accommodate them. He chances quick looks at Jade, but someone standing so close is something he doesn't understand or want.

"Stop it," he mutters. Heine tries to make distance between them again, turning away and sitting down at the desk in the room like that'll help him. "Go find someone else."

"I don't want someone else," he says, like it's simple fact. When Professor Rammsteiner moves away he follows, robes whispering against the cold stone floor. It would be so, so easy to bind him to that chair and take what he wants.

Well, not exactly. He's not interested in forcing anyone. It's the only thing that stays his hand. He simply stands behind Heine's chair, a quiet, unrelenting shadow. "You're trying to run from me."

"You don't want me either," Heine points out. He focuses on the grain of the wood that makes up the desk, shoulders already slumped, aware of Jade standing behind him and uneasy with it. It doesn't matter if it seems like he's running. He just doesn't believe that this is the best thing for Jade.

(And why 'the best thing for Jade' matters to Heine is another matter altogether.)

"You don't know what you're doing anyway."

He shrugs, a light rustle of his robes. He doesn't deny Professor Rammsteiner's first point. Why should he? It's true. He doesn't want Professor Rammsteiner specifically, he just happens to be the best option he has.

The second point he does take issue with.

"I know enough." He may not have the experience, but he has the technical knowledge. His fingers brush experimentally over the back of Professor Rammsteiner's neck, along the collar of his robes, following the line of it to the clasp that holds his outer robes close.

I know enough does not mean that he knows what he's doing, to Heine. It's something a person says when they don't want to admit the lack of experience, and that bothers him. But it's the brush of skin over his neck, along his clothes, that makes him start upright in his seat and finally stand up again. Heine turns to lean against the desk, chair a barrier between them.

"...tell me what you want. Exactly."

Professor Rammsteiner isn't turning him down. If anything, this feels like encouragement - or maybe a test. Jade is reasonably sure that he'll be able to get what he wants if he plays his cards right.

"I want to stop feeling so distracted," he answers honestly. All this is a means to an end, and he isn't afraid of saying so.

But he knows that's not exactly what Professor Rammsteiner is asking. His next words are much, much less proper, but he speaks them in that same detached tone of his.

"And I want you to suck me off. Or just fuck me."

He doesn't even blink as he talks, entirely focused on Professor Rammsteiner. Saying those words out loud makes the heat in his body burn worse than ever, but he knows better than to show any weakness at this stage.

Though he doesn't quite flush, Heine's pupils dilate and he looks straight at Jade, for once, when he names his wants. The room is still dark enough, lit only by one lamp, that it could be a trick of the light. But Heine can feel that his own mouth is dry.

"You can get off by yourself," he eventually replies, voice quiet.

His eyes narrow. "If that had worked, do you think I would be here?"

Jade is no expert at reading people, but the way Professor Rammsteiner's voice had gone soft...that means something, he's sure. It's as if he's watching a pair of scales, precariously balanced. One nudge, and...

He steps forward, deftly skirting around the chair, coming to a stop right in front of Professor Rammsteiner. Like this, he has him all but backed into the desk.

Carefully, he reaches out to tug at Professor Rammsteiner's robes again. "The quicker we finish, the quicker we can get back to work."

It's wrong even if Jade initiates and Heine knows it, but all the same he can't seem to resist much more. There's clearly nothing there in terms of emotions. Jade knows what he wants.

Heine lets him open the front of the robe this time, just watching his hands. Despite the clothes underneath it he still feels oddly exposed.

"...then do it already." So they can go back to being professor and student, so that Heine can force the inevitable memories of this into a box that he'll try not to open ever again. There's a slightly heavier edge to his breathing than is usual, and he doesn't know where to look, but he doesn't move away again.

Ah. He was right.

An odd expression passes over his face, something that is almost a smile but not quite. He's...pleased, he thinks. He's filled with the satisfaction of a job well done, as if he had just figured out a particularly difficult spell.

Without a hint of hesitation, he tries to slip Professor Rammsteiner's robe off of his shoulders, noting the Muggle clothing he wore underneath, but not thinking much of it. He doesn't even bother trying to get Professor Rammsteiner's shirt off, just goes directly for his pants, slipping one hand past his waistband to grab for his cock.

"Do you want to do this here?" He asks, all business. "Or back on the bed?"

It's all business with Jade, clearly, and though the robe bunches up at his elbows, the real discomfort comes from a hand suddenly on his dick. Heine twitches almost violently, nearly sitting up on the desk to get away.

"Sit in the chair," he replies after a moment. His voice is strained, and he's definitely not feeling anything but discomfort and confusion at the moment. Not expecting a situation like this and in possession of a low sex drive, Heine's got nothing prepared. Not even himself, as it is, but he can make an effort.

In retrospect, that was probably too forward. He knows the mechanics of how this all works, but the actual process, that's difficult for someone as unemotional as him to grasp.

Professor Rammsteiner seems to know what he's doing (for once), so Jade decides to listen. He moves to the chair, sitting down without a word, legs spread a little further apart than usual. The pursuit had already left him half-hard. Now, as he stares up at Professor Rammsteiner, the heat under his collar creeps upwards, a red flush rising to his face.

Heine takes a moment to catch his breath and just exhale slowly. Jade's nearly his height no, a far cry from the skinny little kid he'd been in his first year, and he's starting to fill out a little.

None of that makes him feel much better as he gets to his knees in front of the chair. The bed would have been better, on second thought, but it's too late. Heine moves his hand to the front of Jade's pants under his robe, grinding his palm against his half-hard length lightly at first.

Even that much is enough to draw a shaky exhale from Jade. It looks like Professor Rammsteiner is really going to do it.

Strange. He thought he'd opt for penetrative intercourse. It's not as if he'll get anything out of it from giving a blowjob. Jade isn't about to complain; he focuses on holding himself still, inwardly puzzling over the eagerness that hums through his body. He thought this would be a nuisance, something to do and get it over with quickly. But now, it's almost as if he's looking forward to it.

It's really strange. Stranger still is the sight of his teacher kneeling in front of him, but that just sends another rush of heat and anticipation through him. Is something like this meant to affect him so much?

Jade sits there, a little stiff, the first prickles of uncertainty circling through his mind.

Heine attributes the stiffness to excitement. He fumbles a little, but gets Jade's pants open, pushing his robes up to keep them out of the way. Shuffling forward on his knees, Heine lowers his head over his cock.

He starts with his tongue, just drawing the flat of it along Jade's cock slowly. With his hands he holds Jade's hip and thigh, wary of any attempts to thrust upwards. Only occasionally does he glance up.

The first drag of Professor Rammsteiner's tongue against his cock has him tensing up even further, eyes wide with an equal mix of surprise and pleasure. He had thought about what it would be like, of course. But experiencing it is much different. Professor Rammsteiner's tongue is a slick, heady sort of pleasure, teasing along the sensitive underside of his cock. It couldn't be more different than the feel of his own hand against his cock.

He doesn't really know what to do, where to put his hands, what he should be looking at. All the while, Professor Rammsteiner keeps lapping at him in slow, steady strokes, until his thighs are twitching and his shoulders drawn up, stiff and tense. His fingers twist at the fabric of his school robes.

Still, he doesn't say a word, not sure if he should say anything - or if there's anything to be said, really. His teacher is on his knees in front of him, every pass of his tongue sending heat through Jade's body in rolling waves. What does one say in a situation like that?

Jade's head bows, eyes closed, a slightly ragged edge to his breathing, as if he's on the verge of letting a groan slip out.

It's better when he doesn't talk, even if the resulting silence means that he can hear every intake of breath, even the sound of fabric being grabbed at. The stone floor is simultaneously bruising and freezing his knees, and it's all just terrible. Heine tries to concentrates on what he's doing, willing himself to get it over with.

He brings his mouth to the tip of Jade's cock, pressing his lips against it first before he opens his mouth and takes him in as deep as he can before lifting his head again. He takes it slow. (Partially because Heine's sure that Jade wouldn't be prepared for it fast.)

Suddenly, instead of the drag of Professor Rammsteiner's tongue against his cock, it's the wet heat of his mouth surrounding him. His eyes flare open in surprise, a quiet little noise escaping him.

Professor Rammsteiner is looking up. Their eyes meet, and Jade draws in a sharp intake of breath at the sight of his teacher swallowing him down. It's almost a surreal sight - although it shouldn't be, should it? He's known what he's wanted for a few days now. This outcome should be expected.

Regardless... He can feel Professor Rammsteiner's tongue at the underside of his cock. Heedless of the restraining hands against his hip and thigh, he tries to press deeper into Professor Rammsteiner's mouth. He knows what he wants. So he'll simply push aside this odd tension he's feeling and take it.

It's weird, sucking someone off in a room he's not familiar, with that someone being his student. Heine looks at him, makes eye contact once, and looks back down.

It's fine—except he's not quite ready to take Jade pushing up into his mouth. Heine grunts and shoves down hard on his hip.

Being denied makes him frown, displeased. But in this case, he's willing to admit that Professor Rammsteiner knows what he's doing - or at least, he knows more than Jade does. Jade is fully prepared to believe that Professor Rammsteiner doesn't actually know much about what he's doing.

It doesn't really matter though. It feels good, good enough that Jade can close his eyes and simply focus on the experience. It'd be best if he could get it out of his system in one go, then turn his attention to more productive matters.

Unconsciously, his hips pitch forward again, a nebulous feeling of want circling inside him.

For fuck's sake. Heine lifts his head entirely, letting Jade's cock slip out of his mouth, and replaces it with his hand. He starts jacking him off, instead, glowering briefly up at his student. When he uses his mouth again it's at the base of his cock, tonguing at his skin before going even lower, mouthing over his balls firmly as his hand continues to work his shaft. His touch is rougher now, accepting that Jade just wants to get off and trying to simply get him there.

His eyes open again as the heat of Professor Rammsteiner's mouth leaves his cock. He glowers as well, legs shifting restlessly, but the new sensations of having his balls played with is enough to stop him from protesting.

There's tension building up in the pit of his stomach, and he shifts involuntarily again, thrusting forward as a shudder travels up his back. Professor Rammsteiner's hand is still moving, up and down his cock, the saliva making its progress rapid and smooth - it feels so much better than his own hand, somehow.

When he comes, it's almost a surprise even to himself. He lets out a shaky noise as he hits his climax, sending white drops spattering against Professor Rammsteiner's cheek.

Heine is watching, despite his doubts, and when Jade comes he closes his eyes in time to avoid any more unfortunate events.

As soon as he can he pulls away and Conjures a handful of tissue. Throughout the whole event, he's certainly become more flustered, but not fully aroused. Heine wipes his face clean, looking at the ground. The lack of visible effect helps somewhat when he's trying to back away and collect himself, but if Jade is paying attention Heine is breathing a little heavily, his face flushed in the low light of the room.

He slumps back into the seat after he's done, eyes closed again, listening to the sounds of Professor Rammsteiner cleaning up. He feels pleasantly loose, pleasantly tired, a warm sort of buzz humming through his body.

...And, beneath it all, he can still feel a niggling itch, the same itch that had sent him out searching for more. Jade hesitates for a moment, just to make sure that's what he's really feeling, but it's unmistakable. He feels satisfied, but not satisfied enough.

He lets out an impatient sigh, sitting up straight. His eyes open again, looking up at Professor Rammsteiner.

"You're red," he observes. His voice is softer than usual, its edge dulled by the pleasant afterglow of orgasm, but he sounds as matter-of-fact as always.

"What? No I'm not." Heine mutters, crumpling up the tissues and Vanishing them. If Jade wants to clean up he can get his own.

"You're done, right? Let's..." He waves a hand vaguely, pulling his robe closed again and hunching slightly as he leans a hip against the desk. Despite being fully dressed and not having actually come, himself, he feels weird. Exposed.

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why do icons have to exist tbh

there really isn't a reason ig but IT'S TOO LATE TO CHANGE

moves to forum rp, goodbye

legit i was considering going back to this shitty forum for oc rp last week

i know...the thirst is real

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