Jade Balfour (
alittlemirror) wrote2016-02-08 04:46 am
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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."
(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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Enough of that, he decides. He's never been one to hesitate before. There's no reason he should start now, especially when it looks like he's finally gotten Professor Rammsteiner to the stage where he's actively undressing himself. When his teacher is done moving around, Jade wraps his hand around his cock firmly, trying to jerk him off. The motion of his hand is precise and calculated, as if he's trying to cast a spell.
With his other hand, he'll try to unbutton his robes and shrug them off, his fingers a little clumsy as he splits his attention between the handjob and the buttons. The rhythm of his strokes stutter, going a little slower.
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"Just use both hands," he says abruptly. Watching Jade struggle with his clothes is amusing, but he's becoming impatient.
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It doesn't matter if it does. Jade will just have to convince him again. He'd like to spare himself the trouble, but more than that, he'd like to get his robes off. Jade only hesitates for a second before he does as Professor Rammsteiner suggests, quickly unbuttoning his robes and slipping them off, allowing to them to pool on the ground.
Everything feels so much more immediate afterwards, now that they're both partially exposed. Grinding against the soft skin of Professor Rammsteiner's thighs draws a surprised noise from him, and for a few seconds, that's all he does, both hands braced against Professor Rammsteiner's waist to steady the two of them.
Jade won't lie; he's more interested in getting himself off than helping Professor Rammsteiner reach his own climax.
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At least he doesn't move his leg away from Jade.
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At least it doesn't take long. Jade's mind wanders a little, circling back to his studies and the tournament, but in the end, he manages to return his focus to the physicality of what they're doing. His breathing deepens, growing harsher, interspersed with quiet little half-moans. He feels that familiar tension climbing again, winding tighter and tighter, until it spills over in a spurt of wet heat, painting Professor Rammsteiner's thighs white.
For a moment, he simply slumps against Professor Rammsteiner, breathing hard.
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"Get off." He shoves lightly. "I need to clean up."
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Jade straightens, shaking his head a little, trying to rouse himself from the torpor he had fallen into.
"Me too," he says, mumbling more than anything. Where did his wand go...
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The overall result is that he now just wants to go back to sleep. Unwilling to turn his back to Jade, however, he asks, "Are you going to just pass out now?"
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He mimics Professor Rammsteiner, Conjuring tissues and then Vanishing them once he's done. While he's busy cleaning up, he asks: "Are you inviting me to stay?"
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"I'll practice," he says, tucking his wand back up his sleeve. His limbs feel heavy, but his mind is sharp and clear. Clearer than it has been in awhile, really.
Looks like their bit of "fun" really was enough to clear his mind. Now, to hope that the effects stick.