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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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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.

Professor Rammsteiner's fingers are slick, even he knows that much. It shouldn't be hard for him to thrust just two digits in and out of him. But any progress they're making feels agonizingly slow: all Jade is aware of is the way his muscles are protesting against the intrusion, twitching and clamping down around Professor Rammsteiner's fingers.

It feels good. His muscles are being stretched, and he likes the way Professor Rammsteiner keeps working him open, deeper and deeper each time. He's fully hard now, precome already beading at the tip of his cock.

Somewhere along the way, he had closed his eyes. Now, he finds his eyes opening again, only to be greeted with the sight of Professor Rammsteiner staring down at him with an intensity he had never seen before.

Is this what it feels like to be wanted? He bites back another quiet noise, hips rocking upwards, trying to meet the thrust of Professor Rammsteiner's fingers.

"Just - " He isn't ready, but he wants more. "Please."

He's not sure what he's asking for, aside from more, but Professor Rammsteiner has yet to lead him astray so far. Maybe this is one thing he can actually teach well.

Asking outright, encouraging—Heine's worry about hurting him abates somewhat. He spreads his fingers wider, as much as he can even with Jade still almost clamping down on them.

"One second," he says after a moment. Heine nudges Jade to lift one leg a bit higher before he tries with three fingers to really work him open, pushing them in as deep as he can and curling them to try to reach the sensitive places inside his body. Finally he moves his hand away from Jade's cock, focusing more on preparing him.

He pants quietly as Professor Rammsteiner adjusts his position, knowing that more is coming, and looking forward to it.

It still doesn't prepare him for the sensation of three fingers sliding into him. He squeezes around the intrusion, a low gasp catching in his throat as Professor Rammsteiner presses deep into him, the curl of his fingers making him jerk and twitch.

The grip around his cock loosens then disappears entirely. Automatically, his hips buck upwards, searching for that warm friction.

Feeling his body tighten up again when he attempts to push deeper makes Heine pause. He can tell that Jade isn't relaxing, but he's visibly hard and that... encourages him, somehow. (He doesn't think too deeply on that.)

"Relax," he says after a moment. The roughness of his own voice surprises him after not speaking for several minutes. "I won't be able to fit if you don't."

It's the first time he's voiced it out loud, and as soon as he does, Heine sort of regrets everything. To move on as soon as possible, he moves his hand again, fucking his fingers back into Jade and spreading them wide.

Right. Relaxing. That's what he had been trying to do earlier, before...

He can't really remember why he had stopped. It's strange to think how much just a few fingers thrusting in and out of him can addle his mind. Still, now that Professor Rammsteiner spoke, it's impossible not to imagine how it'd feel to have his cock inside him, and that doesn't really help him relax.

He tries, though, attempting to regulate his breathing again. He keeps still, trying to just relax and not squeeze down around Professor Rammsteiner's fingers as they stretch his already-stretched muscles even further.

Gradually, he starts moving again, lifting his hips slightly to meet the thrusts of Professor Rammsteiner's fingers. The slide of those fingers against his slickened walls makes him moan quietly.

Heine presses the pads of his fingers upward, rubbing them against Jade until he feels like he's relaxed at least enough for the slide of his fingers to be easy.

When he pulls his hands back, breath escapes him in a sigh. There's a moment of just looking down at Jade, taking in the sight of him and trying to reconcile the heat in his gut with every memory of meeting Jade's eyes during class.

Heine stands back just far enough to take off his pants and kick them off, leaving his shirt on even though he has to hold up the hem while slicking a layer of lube over himself.

Ah. It's really about to happen. His eyes open again. Where his stare is usually cool and alert, right now his eyes are heated, a little dazed. As he watches Professor Rammsteiner prepare himself, he wets his lips, fingers stealing down to tease at the rim of his own hole. He feels so slick; he has to be ready, hasn't he? He reminds himself to relax, but all he can think about is being filled, being stretched even further open than before.

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