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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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When Jade gasps Heine's hands freeze where they are, fingertips digging in slightly. It takes another motion from him for Heine to act as well, moving to lead the kiss.

He keeps one hand on Jade's waist, faintly aware of how thin it is. Heine brings his other up to the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair to find a grip. Finding one, he pulls none-too-gently, guiding his head to tilt back and pressing his thumb into his neck. Relax.

Heine allows Jade to open his shirt. The scars on his back are Unglamoured and all too visible and tangible, but in this moment Heine doesn't consider that.

He frowns briefly when his hair is pulled at, but doesn't fight it when Professor Rammsteiner tilts his head back. It's not that he has any great respect for Professor Rammsteiner, really. But he seems to know what he is doing, and Jade isn't stubborn enough to go his own way when there's someone more experienced to guide him. He focuses on kissing Professor Rammsteiner, slightly uneasy thanks to the thumb pressing against his neck.

His frown returns when the Professor Rammsteiner's shirt falls away, and he feels the rough ridge of scar tissue running down his back. Jade has his own scars, slender pale lines that trace over his arms and torso, but nothing as serious as this. Had Professor Rammsteiner been a duellist of some sort? But no, this doesn't feel like an injury that would come from a duel...

"Are you really a teacher?" He asks in a mutter, momentarily breaking away from the kiss.

"What the hell's that mean?" Heine can feel fingertips exploring the scar and pulls away a few inches, but doesn't remove his own hands.

"And you need to relax." It's almost painfully obvious how inexperienced he is. "Quit trying to bruise my mouth."

Professor Rammsteiner is pulling away, so Jade leans closer, undeterred by the way Professor Rammsteiner is trying to correct him.

"This," he explains, trying to touch the scar again, wanting to feel out its length. Is it an ordinary scar? Or something magical? "And you're a bad teacher, you don't even like children. And you're having sex with one of your students."

He says it dispassionately, without judgement, without a hint of playfulness. Normal teachers don't have sex with their students. That's something he knows, even if he doesn't understand the why of it.

The scar extends up all the way to his nape. Heine wishes Jade would stop trying to follow it, and the discomfort shows briefly on his face before he simply frowns.

"Right." Well, whose fault is that, he thinks, even though he knows that it's his own. Now that Jade's bringing it up, Heine isn't sure if he should press it, to discourage him, or just accept his clear interest in going further. But first of all: "I... stop touching it."

"Why?" Professor Rammsteiner doesn't look happy, in a way that goes beyond his usual frown. Jade's hand stills, but he keeps his fingers pressed against the ridge of scar tissue. "It's important, isn't it?"

And Professor Rammsteiner hadn't actually answered his question, about whether or not he's actually a teacher.

"What aren't you telling me?"

"About wh—of course I'm 'really' a teacher, I teach." Heine's posture is rigid for once, stiff and uneasy. He backs up another step, finally removing his hands from Jade and instead bracing them on the footboard of the bed behind him. "I don't like you touching it. That's all."

He's not good at reading people. He doesn't even bother trying most of the time. But this is interesting, a mystery that involves someone who's actually halfway important to him. When Professor Rammsteiner backs away again, Jade steps forward once more, no longer entirely sure what he's pursuing. Information? Sex? Both?

"Why?" He asks again. He keeps one hand on Professor Rammsteiner's nape, right at the top of the scar. The other hand he rests on his hip. Lightly, he pushes, trying to get him onto the bed.

He thinks he prefers it when Professor Rammsteiner had his hands on him, but this is fine too.

"Because," Heine begins, and stops. He lets Jade push him back, maneuvering so that he gets around the bedpost and can sit down on the bed. Once seated he grabs Jade by the lapels of his robe and firmly hauls him down as well, rolling to switch their positions and end up with him on top.

"Because I don't like it."

Heine has his hands on Jade once more, sliding his robe off his shoulders before going down to untuck his shirt. This has been the only thing that's distracted Jade before, and at this point he'd rather indulge his student in this than his questions.

He can tell that Professor Rammsteiner is going to yank him down before it actually happens. He goes down anyway - that's what he had wanted all along.

What he doesn't expect is to find their positions suddenly reversed. There's hands on him, Professor Rammsteiner on top of him, all around him, busy stripping him down. He can't hear anything except the sound of his own heartbeat. For a moment, he can't do anything except soak in the sudden flurry of action, feeling his skin heating up and his breathing grow erratic.

Then his rational mind takes over again. "You're trying to distract me."

It's working. Jade is tempted to let it keep working. There will be plenty of time to question Professor Rammsteiner later. Right now, he wants to keep exploring these new sensations of heat and excitement.

Heine makes a vague noise in response, but doesn't agree or disagree, just undoes the last couple buttons on Jade's shirt before giving up and shoving it up to expose his stomach and part of his torso. Without further comment he moves his hands down, palms running over his skin until his fingers hook into the waistband of his pants.

For a moment he thumbs at the belt buckle. Then Heine leans down and kisses him again, more gently, pressing their lips together as his hands stay on his hips. It's fine, he keeps telling himself. He wants this.

He hesitates, torn. But he feels so good, his whole body alight with anticipation. He wants to hold onto that feeling. Wants to experience more of it. In the end, his hesitation lasts for less than a second.

There's no finesse in the way he returns Professor Rammsteiner's kiss, although he's at least gentler than he had been before. Even that much is enough to feel good.

But Professor Rammsteiner is still hesitating. Again. Eyes closing, Jade reaches out for his teacher's hands, trying to guide them back to the buckle he had been toying with indecisively. It's fine. Do it.

With Jade guiding his hands, Heine is less reluctant. He's still clumsy with it, since he's not looking, but he gets his belt undone and then the front of his pants open in short order. Once he can he pulls them down, underwear and all.

Only then does Heine pull back and really look. Jade's certainly grown since their first meeting, but not really filled out. He traces a hand along his ribcage, to his hipbones, and finally slightly further down to wrap around his cock.

Last time Jade had mentioned that they could fuck. Tonight Heine can almost bring himself to suggest it.

As his cock is exposed, he lets out a quiet hiss, but that's all. He shifts impatiently when Professor Rammsteiner pulls back. Already, he looks rumpled: glasses askew, hair a little messy after how Professor Rammsteiner had tugged at it earlier.

There's a hand tracing along the thin skin overlying his bones and Jade shifts again, almost squirming. The muscles of his abdomen tense. Already, his cock is half-hard; he swallows as Professor Rammsteiner wraps his hand around it, hoping for something more than a handjob, but not about to protest if that's what Professor Rammsteiner has in mind.

If Professor Rammsteiner has anything in mind, really. Restless, Jade tries to kick his pants fully off, hoping to move things along. Maybe if he brings up the scar again... He raises one hand, fingers curling around to stroke lightly at the back of Professor Rammsteiner's neck.

"Cut it out," Heine mutters, unamused, but only makes a token effort at shaking him off. He gives his cock a few more strokes, palming at the head, before moving his hand lower.

"Do you still want to try this?"

Looks like he's found one way to direct Professor Rammsteiner into doing what he wants. Jade allows his hand to be shaken off, focusing on meeting the strokes of Professor Rammsteiner's hand with a few slight thrusts, a little tentative as he tries to figure out what would feel the best.

Not that he has much time to figure things out. Soon, the hand on his cock moves lower. Jade draws in a sharp breath, his mouth feeling dry with anticipation. He doesn't have to think before answering: "Yes."

Jade thinks he understood what Professor Rammsteiner meant by this, but he isn't exactly sure. It doesn't matter. It'll be something new, so he's interested. If he doesn't like it, it's only a matter of telling Professor Rammsteiner to stop.

Decided now, Heine feels less embarrassment than before when he uses Conjuration to pull a container of lube with a twist of the hand from thin air. Jade says yes. It's fine.

He tosses the bottle down for a moment so that he can urge Jade to take his pants off entirely. Once they're off, Heine arranges himself between his legs, watching him for any sign of uncertainty.

"Have you tried this at all before?"

Where Jade is normally naturally inclined to stillness, this time, he's exerting a conscious effort to keep himself still. His chest rises and falls with shallow breaths. He's almost trembling, and every so often, one of his limbs twitch. He wonders if Professor Rammsteiner can hear the rapid thudding of his heartbeat - it seems so loud.

"No," he admits. "I didn't want to bother with it."

But now he wants to. Wants it badly, now that Professor Rammsteiner is presenting that option to him.

Right. Okay. Heine tries to think of how to explain it in a way that'll make sense and be helpful. All he can remember of his first time is blurred by what he'd been drinking at the time and the years that have passed since then.

"It's probably going to feel weird." He pauses to pour lube into his hand. "Tell me... if it hurts."

Using one hand to keep Jade's legs apart, Heine smooths the flat of two fingers over his entrance, trying to get him used to just the feeling of something there first.

He doesn't even need Professor Rammsteiner's steadying hand; he's happy to keep his legs spread, even as the feel of slippery lube and something nudging against his entrance makes him twitch, jumping.

With a quiet exhale, Jade forces himself to settle down, spreading his legs wider open.

"It's fine." It really is fine. It was just...unexpected. He wants this; he can handle it. "I know how this is supposed to work."

Just because he knows how it's supposed to work, Heine doesn't trust that he'll be able to handle it all. So he makes sure to go slowly. Beginning with one finger, Heine eases in, feeling the sheer heat and tightness of Jade around him. It stokes some kind of heat in his gut. Within a few seconds he can feel that he's hard in his pants.

To distract himself from that, he moves his other hand up to Jade's cock, matching paces between strokes and the slow in-and-out motion of his finger.

He knows how it's meant to go, but that doesn't meant he's prepared. It's only one finger - is it? - but it feels like a lot already. He's keenly aware of the way it slides against his walls, forcing them apart.

Relaxing is supposed to make this go easier. He thought it was self-explanatory, but now that this is actually happening, he finds it much easier said then done. How is he supposed to relax when he has someone else's finger in him, slowly pressing deeper and deeper? He makes a small noise the first time Professor Rammsteiner pulls that finger out of him, breath hitching when that finger is pushed back inside, teasing him open again.

He tries to focus, practicing all the little tricks he had learnt over the years: regulating his breathing, thinking of numbers and spells. The way Professor Rammsteiner is stroking his cock is a distraction; he tries to focus on that as well, sweat trickle down his back.

"More," he mutters. They'll never get anywhere if he doesn't push them along.

He can feel that Jade hasn't relaxed, but a second finger isn't entirely beyond him. Heine adds more lube, just to be safe. When he tries again he uses his index and middle finger, not spreading them but trying to fit both into his tight, tight passage.

For a moment he doesn't withdraw, giving him time to adjust. Heine finds a pace to jerk him off with, slow and regular enough to match his breathing to.

That's two fingers, he's sure. Shuddering, he tries to keep still, keep his legs spread. Anything to make this easier.

Professor Rammsteiner was right, weird is a good word to describe this. Weird, but not entirely unpleasant. He squeezes experimentally around the fingers inside him, letting out a quiet hiss at the feeling of his muscles being stretched.

He wonders if he'll come just from this. Almost, he wishes Professor Rammsteiner would stop jerking him off, but he can't bring himself to tell him to stop beyond a stifled noise, changing his mind at the last second. He thrusts forward, into the circle formed by Professor Rammsteiner's fingers.

The goal for now is to get him prepared for something bigger, not to make him come. Heine doesn't stop moving his hand on his cock, however, in hopes that the carnal pleasure of that will distract him from any discomfort. Even when Jade thrusts up, Heine doesn't pause.

When he feels Jade relax just enough, he starts to pump two fingers in and out of his ass. He's as gentle as he can be. It takes some force, though, especially when he starts spreading his fingers apart inside Jade, and pushing them deeper to feel how well he's taking it. Despite himself, Heine is breathing more heavily, eyelids lowered as he looks down at his student sprawled and half naked on his bed.

For the first time Heine admits to himself that he, too, wants this. He wants to fuck Jade and be inside him, to feel the heat of his body and know the intimacy of sex with him.

Even if he still can't say why.

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