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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[aseptic]

Again, he stops when Professor Rammsteiner moves again, a little more unsure of what to do than he'd like to admit.

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.

[canicide]

By the time Jade finds a pace, Heine is finally giving in, restraint starting to melt away when he reasons to himself that it's just a hand. He's hard. It all works out. Holding still is difficult; it feels good and even the stuttered pauses don't put him off until Jade actually slows down.

"Just use both hands," he says abruptly. Watching Jade struggle with his clothes is amusing, but he's becoming impatient.

[aseptic]

Would taking his hand off Professor Rammsteiner be enough to make him change his mind?

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.

[canicide]

Jade's hands are big enough now to get a good hold on him. Heine is distracted, watching his student grind up against his leg. Only after a minute or so does he lose patience and reach down to jerk himself off instead of waiting.

At least he doesn't move his leg away from Jade.

[aseptic]

There's nothing graceful about what they're doing. Nothing emotional, either, save for a shared desire to get off and get it over with.

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.

[canicide]

Did he already--goddammit. Heine sighs softly and finishes himself off, reaching a rather lackluster climax. It gets the energy out of him, at least, and he lets Jade lean against him for a moment.

"Get off." He shoves lightly. "I need to clean up."

[aseptic]

He feels drowsy in a way he rarely is, the world moving slow and relaxed around him. He takes Professor Rammsteiner's shove with a quiet sigh, thinking about obstinately staying in place, but common sense wins out.

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...

[canicide]

"In your robe," Heine suggests. He shuffles a few steps away but just Conjures more tissues and a bit of water. Knowing that it's mostly Jade's mess on him doesn't help, and in fact he rushes through cleaning up before pulling his pants back on with a slight grimace. Slowly, he's coming down from the mind-blanking rush it had been. Now he feels wrung out and slightly... used, he supposes.

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?"

[aseptic]

Without a word, Jade stoops down to gather his robe, retrieving his wand. The wood is smooth and warm under his hand; familiar. Strange to think he had managed to forget about his most important possession in the heat of the moment...

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?"

[canicide]

"No," Heine corrects quickly. "Unless you want to practice more." But to his eyes Jade looks like he's about to fall asleep, honestly, so Heine would much prefer he leave to sleep instead of stay in his room.

[aseptic]

He does his pants up again. Slips his robe back on, doing the buttons. And, just like that, it's as if nothing had happened.

"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.