wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure

[alittlemirror]

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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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.

[aseptic]

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.

[canicide]

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.)

[aseptic]

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.

[canicide]

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.

[aseptic]

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.

[canicide]

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.

[aseptic]

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.

[canicide]

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.

[aseptic]

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.

[canicide]

"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.

[aseptic]

"You're red," he says again, even more sure this time. It's starting to get cold again - why is Durmstrang so cold? Irritably, he wishes that Professor Rammsteiner would stop being a coward.

"Stop running." This time, his voice is tinged with impatience.

[canicide]

"I'm not running anywhere," Heine snaps, standing up straight again. He crosses his arms. "You got what you wanted, didn't you?"

[aseptic]

"No," he states bluntly. He considers getting up, but he doesn't really want to go through the effort of cleaning up and moving. So he'll simply stare up at Professor Rammsteiner, quietly annoyed. "You'd like something as well, right? Let's help each other."

[canicide]

"I don't want anything from you." Even if Heine had sucked him off, he doesn't want the favor returned. Not even with the barely-suppressible throb of heat and arousal in his stomach. Not like this, not from Jade and the stupid way Heine can't let himself do anything that would change him, as if he hasn't already with the wandless magic and with the fucking blowjob. Already he regrets it.

"If you're not going to practice then you can leave."

[aseptic]

"Not from me," Jade repeats, considering. He doesn't stop staring at Professor Rammsteiner, his eyes sharp and cold. "But you want something, don't you?"

He has a goal in mind now. Nothing will stop him from getting what he wants.

[canicide]

Does he? Heine sighs through his teeth and looks aside. "Even if I did, you couldn't help me. So let it go."

[aseptic]

Jade will take that as a 'yes'. His frown deepens, irritation breaking through his expression once more.

"I could help you," he counters. His cock still feels half-hard. A fine tension is wound through his whole body; he has that feeling again, the one he had earlier, as if something is about to snap. "Or does it make you feel better if you think about it in terms of helping me?"

He doesn't really understand, but he'll say whatever he needs to in order to put an end to this annoying back and forth.

"Please," he says, a little quieter. Professor Rammsteiner had always seemed to appreciate it when he remembers his manners, in that gruff, quiet way of his.

[canicide]

Heine's turned away, but his expression twists and he wonders if Jade knows what he's doing to him. Please.

"Try it," he finally allows. He doesn't believe that Jade can really make him feel better, or even make him come, but he's so wound up now that pushing him away might be worse than letting him at least try.

[aseptic]

It worked. Again, that strange not-quite-smile steals its way over Jade's face again, but it's quickly replaced by a look of concentration. Now that he's received an invitation to try, he's not quite sure what he'd like to do. Or rather, there's so much he'd like to do that he's not sure where to start.

Getting up would probably be a good idea, even if he'd rather not. Still, he probably shouldn't push his luck. He stands, robes falling around him to cover the messy, undone state of his pants, then steps towards Professor Rammsteiner. He leans in close, half-hard cock pressed against his thighs, reaching one hand forward to palm slowly at his teacher's cock. He knows better than to be hasty this time. For now, he copies what Professor Rammsteiner had done for him earlier, lightly grinding his palm against the covered bulge.

[canicide]

Heine still isn't looking at Jade, gaze cast aside and mouth tight even when he feels the heat of his hand. Through the thin barrier of just his sweatpants it still feels like too much.

He exhales again, a controlled breath. Though it feels like he should be giving Jade direction, he doesn't. Jade wanted to try this on his own, after all. If he can't carry through alone then it should be more discouraging. Hopefully.

And yet despite the confusion rattling in his own mind, Heine is starting to get hard, the arousal dragged out of him by slow friction and adrenaline. The next inhale is ragged.

[aseptic]

It's a little awkward, just grinding his palm against the growing bulge he can feel, but it seems effective, so he'll keep going in that same slow pace. He can feel Professor Rammsteiner getting harder, the bulge growing more prominent. His mouth is dry as he imagines what it'd feel like to have that cock inside him.

He doesn't think that will happen today, with how hesitant Professor Rammsteiner is. So he'll have to find his own release in another way. Carefully, a little tentative, he grinds his hips forwards, half-hard cock dragging against Professor Rammsteiner's thighs. The fabric of his robes and the fabric of the sweatpants are in the way, but it's still...not bad. He repeats the motion, testing Professor Rammsteiner's boundaries. Already, his pulse is racing.

[canicide]

Almost as soon as Jade moves forward Heine tries to shift back, but the desk is right there. He ends up standing still, holding himself rigid even as Jade starts grinding against his leg.

He's hard enough that his cock is starting to press out visibly against the front of his pants. The fact is undeniable when he can see it himself. Fidgeting restlessly, Heine pushes up against Jade's hand for a moment before slumping back down.

[aseptic]

He's actually pushing back against his hand. It takes Jade by surprise, and he swallows, stilling for a second. Then he keeps grinding against Heine, a little faster than before, a little more insistent.

This is different from the blowjob, he reflects. So far, it doesn't feel as good, but it's less awkward in some ways and more awkward in others. Mostly, he wishes that they had their clothes off. His arousal is doing a good enough job of keeping him warm.

Again, he stops, but this time there's a purpose to the sudden pause. Carefully, he tries to tug the sweatpants off of Professor Rammsteiner, at least far down enough to bare his cock and thighs. Professor Rammsteiner hadn't seem to take well to being exposed last time, so this time, Jade goes slowly, not making any sudden moves.

[canicide]

Jade stopping makes Heine pause, too, caught off guard, but he doesn't resist Jade tugging his sweatpants down. He's not wearing anything underneath. Once the waistband is down far enough his cock springs free. After the long slow progress of Jade pulling his pants down, the sudden exposure triggers a soft hiss.

He wants to reach out and reciprocate. But again, he tamps down the desire. Instead Heine moves to let his pants fall down and kicks them off entirely.