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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[canicide]

Heine sighs against Jade's neck, groaning softly at the sensation of shifting heat around his cock, so tight it's almost painful. When Jade speaks again he comes back to himself, somewhat, and blinks slowly as he raises his head.

"What?" Right. It probably hurts. Heine doesn't think he should try to pull out now, though. He settles for trying to stay still, looking at Jade without really raising his head much from his neck.

[aseptic]

He lets out another noise, a sort of muffled moan, but with an edge of frustration.

"N-nothing." He tries to rearrange his limbs into a more comfortable position, but every little motion from him just makes him even more aware of just how big Professor Rammsteiner's cock feels inside him. He stops moving, fingers restlessly curling and uncurling against the bedsheets. It's like they're caught in an odd state of limbo, neither of them willing to move.

He sighs, a little frustrated, a little uncertain.

[canicide]

Obviously it's something. Heine turns his head just enough to get a better look at Jade's expression. He manages to grab the container of lube and squeezes some out right where they're joined, but a good splash of it drips out over Jade's cock and stomach.

Heine holds Jade's hips higher up and pulls out a bare inch, smoothing the lube over what shows of his cock before adding more, bracing him up with a firm grip the whole time.

Once he's done it, Heine pushes in again, slowly as he can bear. "...better?"

[aseptic]

He's more vocal now, gasping out loud at the unexpected splash of lube against his skin. Professor Rammsteiner holding him up higher has him tensing, only to moan as he feels himself squeeze tightly around the cock inside him. His back arches as Professor Rammsteiner pulls out, and there's nowhere for him to go even if he's struggle, not when Professor Rammsteiner is gripping onto him like this.

He shudders violently as he's filled again, his eyes fever-bright and glazed. It feels better this time...doesn't it?

His only response to Professor Rammsteiner's question is a series of quiet pants as he tries to regain his focus. Is this good? He doesn't know; it feels like he'll never get used to it.

He thinks he might like it, though. This dizzying whirl of emotion is something new, something he can't quite understand. He wants to take it apart. He wants to take Professor Rammsteiner apart.

"Keep going," he manages, his voice tight with strain.

[canicide]

Even with the additional lube, he's still achingly tight. Heine bites down on his collarbone, hickeying his skin, as he works his hips back and starts to thrust in and out of him, one slow motion at a time. The friction is consuming. Heine can't think about anything else, and even if that was the only thing, he'd find this experience worth it.

And when he hears Jade make another noise, Heine grunts and his hips snap forward. He focuses on the heat and the body under him.

"Fuck." Heine's hands squeeze on his hips. "Fuck." He pants against Jade's neck, holding him tight and starting to fuck him hard and fast.

[aseptic]

"Haa- " He makes a short, aborted little noise when Professor Rammsteiner's hips suddenly jerk forward, thrusting into him. That's quickly followed by a noise embarrassingly like a whimper when, without warning, Professor Rammsteiner pulls out and thrusts back in. It's rough and overwhelming; Professor Rammsteiner keeps up a relentless pace, and Jade can't squirm away even if he wants to, not with how tightly he's being held.

He doesn't feel ready for this, any of this. But he's enjoying himself, he thinks. The way Professor Rammsteiner is using him appeals to some base part of him, the niggling itch that had been plaguing him for these past few weeks, the urge to fuck and be fucked. His whimpers are evening out into low moans, and without really thinking about it, he tries to wrap his legs around Professor Rammsteiner. He wants him closer. Deeper.

[canicide]

With the noises, Heine bites down again, harder, leaving imprints of teeth. He grasps Jade's hips, hefting them even higher to bend him in half on the bed. He wants to take it all.

"Easy," Heine says, voice low. He strokes a hand along Jade's thigh, trying to loosen his legs, and shifts on his knees for better leverage. With the next thrust in he pushes in to the hilt, an audible slap of skin resulting. Pressing close, Heine speeds up in pace, fucking Jade as hard and fast as he can and ignoring how loud they're getting. It's been so long since he's let go of anything, but now, Heine lets himself fuck Jade as hard as he wants. His climax is building already, all too fast, and in some kind of retribution he takes Jade's cock into his hand and circles his thumb and fingers right at the head, milking it in time to his deep, harsh thrusts.

[aseptic]

He's twisting against the sheets as he's stretched to his limits, bent double and fucked hard. There's something almost violent about the way Professor Rammsteiner is thrusting into him. He's going fast, heedless of Jade's inexperience, of his struggles to adjust.

But, curiously, Jade finds that he doesn't want Professor Rammsteiner to stop. He just moans, breath hitching as something starts building up deep in his groin, a sort of tension different from anything else he's experienced yet.

Professor Rammsteiner's hand curls around his cock. With one final cry, Jade tenses one last time, shuddering and clenching helplessly as he comes, back curving, one arm flung helplessly over his face. Distantly, he can feel heat splattering over his belly as his achingly hard cock twitches in Professor Rammsteiner's grip.

[canicide]

He hadn't expected Jade to come right then. Heine's hips jerk forward despite the sudden tightness and he slams into him one more time, hand slipping from his cock to the surface of the bed to brace his weight up.

"Fuck." His voice is hoarse, as if he'd been shouting. Even as he tries to gather himself enough to pull out, he's already coming in pulses inside Jade.

The orgasm leaves him feeling boneless. Heine pushes himself up just before all the energy leaves him, withdrawing from the tight hold of his body with a deep sigh. Once separated, despite the strands of come and the mess spilling out onto his sheets, Heine sits back and for once just looks. He'd done this of his own accord, no question about it—fucked his student in a room of his old school—but somehow he still feels regret, bone-deep and tiring.

[aseptic]

Did Professor Rammsteiner really -

Yes. He came inside him. Jade can feel the sticky mess clinging to the rim of his hole; again, he shivers, but that only serves to make his hole twitch.

He really should go get cleaned up. But he doesn't want to move. There's a warm haze of contentment blanketing his mind, as if he's curled up in front of a fireplace with a good book, only this sort of haze is something much deeper, much more physically fulfilling.

Unwilling to abandon the moment so soon when he's found precisely the sort of satiation he had been seeking, Jade allows a few more moments to pass before he blinks open his eyes. When he does, he frowns.

"What's wrong with you?" He asks, as flatly as ever. Professor Rammsteiner is just - looking at him. Looking at him, and sitting completely still. Not that Jade really pays attention to Professor Rammsteiner that closely, of course, he's just picked up some things over the years. Like how Professor Rammsteiner often fidgets or slouches, or keeps his hands preoccupied. He doesn't just sit still and stare.

[canicide]

What's wrong? Heine frowns, taken out of his reverie, and gets off the bed so he can clean up. He Conjures a towel, wets it, and ignores Jade's question for as long as he can before he mighht press for an answer.

"Nothing." Heine doesn't want to sit back down on the bed, so instead he starts picking up the clothing articles from the floor and hangs them over the footboard. "You should go back to your room."

[aseptic]

That sated feeling is starting to diminish now. Jade props himself up on one elbow, looking up at his teacher. He's smiling again, but there's a slight edge to it that's almost vicious.

"You don't want me here," he says, like it's fact. He wonders why that makes him feel...something, he's not sure what, only that's it unpleasant. But he shouldn't be feeling anything; it's not as if there's anything in particular linking the two of them.

Regardless, something simmers under his skin, dark and angry.

"Why?" He asks, voice flat, even as he continues to smile. Maybe Professor Rammsteiner wants him to leave just because it'd mean trouble if a student was discovered in his rooms. That would be the logical explanation, but Jade doesn't think that's it. "Did you have enough? Or are you trying to run again?"

What a laughable concept, when he's covered in Professor Rammsteiner's mess and his own.

[canicide]

Of course he doesn't want Jade here. Heine wants to be alone. He doesn't have it in him to even pretend, to acknowledge or notice that Jade wants something more than just sex from him, despite all his words about it being nothing but physical.

"I've had enough," Heine replies after a moment, tone making it clear he's just following Jade's phrasing when he says that. "Just—go."

He can't look at Jade anymore. Shaking his head slightly, he starts walking away to the bathroom.

[aseptic]

That's it, isn't it? There's nothing else to be said.

"Fine." He sits up. The ache hits him immediately, a deep burn throbbing through his muscles, spreading inside him. He ignores the pain, getting off the bed to go find his wand. He can feel an odd tickling sensation as more of the mess inside him - Professor Rammsteiner's mess - threatens to spill out.

He swallows, hard, but ignores that too. Retrieving his wand, he scrubs himself clean of everything, then slips his robes back on, feeling the ache spread through his entire body. It would be an easy thing to clean up Professor Rammsteiner's bed for him, but spitefully, he leaves it as it is.

Then he walks out, a slight limp in his step. This isn't over, and Jade hates leaving things unfinished. He'll be back.