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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 a little stiff under Professor Rammsteiner's touch, a little unsure, sensing something different about Professor Rammsteiner but not entirely sure what it is, or how he should react. There are warm lips against his own; he kisses back automatically, with a great deal more skill than that first harsh, bruising kiss he had given Professor Rammsteiner.

But he pulls away soon enough, mouth quirked into a bitter little smile. "Really."

He doesn't know if he should believe him. He doesn't know how much of this is the Imperius Curse - and, by extension, Eichel - and how much of it s Professor Rammsteiner. But he has the evidence, the facts: Professor Rammsteiner could barely look at him after that second time, and he certainly didn't want him around. It's difficult to reconcile his behaviour then to his behaviour now.

It doesn't really matter though, does it? At this moment, they both want sex. Jade leans forward to kiss his teacher again, slow and purposeful.

Jade's question brings Heine to a halt; his eyes are still focused, but there's a hint of confusion in his face. Is it... wrong, then, the belief that Jade wants him? Was he just imagining things? (Wishful thinking isn't something Heine normally prescribes to himself, but maybe—)

It's fine. Heine kisses him back, an edge of teeth scraping over Jade's lower lip but gentle otherwise. He likes it, and you do too.

Eyes shutting slightly, Heine extends a hand to brace the back of Jade's head, tugging him up and closer so he can touch his body. With his hands he's less gentle, fingertips occasionally digging in and pressing firmly, but he's attentive, thinking about nothing but Jade.

He allows himself to be pulled close, not seeing a reason to resist. He likes this, likes the contrast of gentle kisses and touches against the occasional sharper edge of pressure. Jade continues to kiss Professor Rammsteiner, moving forward on his knees so he can press their hips flush together.

This is far from the first time he's been intimate with someone, but there's a novelty to the whole thing that hasn't worn off yet. As he moves to settle himself on Professor Rammsteiner's lap, he feels that now-familiar buzz of curiosity mixed with anticipation shivering up his spine.

Having not come yet, Heine twitches slightly at the warmth settling into his lap. He digs his nails, blunt and cut short, into the skin at the small of Jade's back, by his hip.

Eichel waits. He tells Heine, Be gentle with him.

Of course. Heine draws back, kisses Jade's neck and then his collarbone. His hands move lower, palming over the curve of his ass and fingers seeking lower before he remembers. Gentle. For a moment he casts around, wondering where he is that he wouldn't know locations of personal items like that, but Eichel understands after a moment and passes him the lube.

Shifting their position around so that he can fit his hand between them, he begins. Heine had been careful last time, too, but this time he's more attentive to Jade than just obvious pain. He seeks out the most sensitive spots he can think of with his fingertips, staring at Jade.

He just wants this to be good. You're doing well. More slowly, Heine—so he takes his time. Eichel comes to kneel behind Jade to stroke his hair, to touch Heine's cheek.

"Good boy," Eichel hums. His voice is at Jade's ear, but he looks at Heine—even if Heine is looking only at Jade.

His breath hitches, then leaves him in a sigh. For him, preparation is a means to an end, something to be finished quickly so he can move on. But the way Professor Rammsteiner is touching him right now, feeling out his most sensitive spots... Jade raises himself slightly, kneeling, trying to press himself against the digits stroking at his inner walls.

There's something different about the way Professor Rammsteiner is fingering him compared to that first time, but he lacks the skill (or experience) to discern what it is. He only knows that it's pleasant. Pleasurable. Just like the hand stroking at his hair. He isn't entirely sure who Professor Eichel is talking to - and isn't sure if he likes the thought of being called good boy, as if he's some dog - but he reacts to the hum of his low voice all the same, a shudder twisting through his shoulderblades.

He's jolted out of his thoughts as Professor Rammsteiner's fingers brush against something inside him, making him tense up and hiss, thighs twitching.

More. He wants to feel that again. More insistently than before, he grinds down against Professor Rammsteiner's fingers. Perhaps he should be ashamed of being so easy - especially tonight, he's heard plenty of his peers whispering and giggling about this sort of thing - but Jade has never been one to shy away from what he wants.

Seeing and hearing his response, Heine continues, bending his wrist. He finds the same spot again and rubs his fingertips in that spot, harder now—a little too hard. Eichel directs his gaze to where they're joined from above, wrapping his arms around Jade and starting to grind against him from behind.

Spread him, Eichel urges. Heine does it, moving his fingers apart abruptly. Make him feel good. And of course he wants this, wants to see Jade relax and his expression change in that way it had before when he'd been so overwhelmed.

Heine removes his fingers but uses the same hand to hold him open, reaching towards his entrance and pulling to make him more open, spreading him as he begins to push up and into him. All Eichel has been telling him is to want this, and it's all Heine has in him now, this deep and aching urge to get every bit of Jade to feel the same way he does.

When fingers brush against that spot inside him again, Jade's whole body jerks, only to relax when he feels the hot press of Professor Eichel's body on his own. He's being rutted against, Professor Eichel grinding into him, slow and lazy. Jade leans forward, allowing Professor Rammsteiner to take his weight, trying to expose himself to Professor Eichel as much as possible.

He groans, soft, feeling the spread of Professor Rammsteiner's fingers inside him and knowing what it's leading up to. Still, the feeling of being spread open by Professor Rammsteiner's hand is new; he feels strangely exposed, as if he's being prepared and put on display, ready for both of his teachers to use.

Sure enough, he can feel the head of Professor Rammsteiner's cock nudging at his entrance. Acting more on instinct than anything, he shifts, trying to spread his legs wider, sinking down slowly on Professor Rammsteiner's cock with a wordless gasp. Before, he had felt exposed. Now, he just feels stretched and full, unable to focus on anything except the slow burn of being penetrated.

"Easy," Eichel murmurs. Heine finds a pace almost immediately. pushing in most of the way before withdrawing, pumping into Jade at a slow speed. He doesn't have to think about anything, and the shifting heat surrounding his cock is enough to blur away all responsibilities.

Behind Jade, Eichel runs his hands over his sides, then over his thighs, hands massaging at the muscle. Barely ten seconds have passed before he acts again. "Just a little more." On the next thrust upwards Heine makes, Eichel tries to fit one more slicked finger in alongside him.

Jade's reaction is instantaneous. His back curves, shoulders hunching at the unexpected girth forcing him open. Another gasp catches in his throat.

"Wh-what...?"

He had just been starting to get used to the feeling of Professor Rammsteiner's cock sliding in and out of him. Now, he finds himself thrown off-balance again, instinctively clenching around this new intrusion but not quite knowing what it is - or what Professor Eichel hopes to achieve with it. He shoots Professor Eichel a surprised glance over one shoulder, his eyes wide with a silent question.

"It's just me, Jade," like that's what's concerning him. Eichel adds more lube to his fingers before trying again. On the next thrust he has Heine stay still hilted inside Jade while he slowly moves just his finger, feeling around to see how receptive Jade is to a thicker penetration.

To distract him, Eichel uses Heine; Heine thinks that Jade looks worried so he kisses his neck, nipping softly at the skin a second later. He keeps up the attention until Eichel feels Jade relax slightly, which is when they both pull out and push back in. This time there are two fingers alongside Heine's cock, stretching him open.

He doesn't know what Professor Eichel is doing. Is this a test, to see how much he can take? Maybe.

Or maybe it's something simpler: physical gratification.

Regardless, Jade can feel his body slowly adjusting, loosening around the curl of Professor Eichel's finger, until he's able to take him more or less comfortably. Professor Rammsteiner helps, dotting his skin with gentle kisses. But even as his body relaxes, he feels tension rising in him, an expectation that things will escalate - and soon.

He's proven right. When both his teachers moves again, pushing deep into him, it's almost as if a physical force drives the breath out of his lungs. His muscles twitch, spasming helplessly as they're forced open.

"Wait," he mutters. Damn, he feels so stretched and open. "I can't..."

He trails off. This is already on the edge of too much. He can't take any more, can he...? Professor Eichel can't expect him to...

For a moment Eichel pauses. For a moment, it seems like he'll give Jade the break, hearing him complain.

Then he forces his fingers in deeper and leaves them there. Still, his voice is even and authoritative.

"You can. It's a different feeling, but you can take it." Eichel kisses behind Jade's ear just as Heine presses his lips to the corner of his mouth, a touch that lingers for a moment.

Slowly. Heine rocks his hips upwards, drawing the tip of his tongue along Jade's neck without hurry. With a soft sigh, Eichel shifts his position and starts teasing his third finger at his entrance.

"Just a little more, Jade. Then you can have both of us."

For a moment, he thought he'll be granted a reprieve.

Then the fingers slide into him, forcing him even wider open. His breath leaves him in a strangled gasp. He can feel Professor Eichel's fingers pressing against his walls, holding him open as Professor Rammsteiner's cock slides into him again. He moans, unable to think past the haze of too much.

There's something else teasing against the rim of his hole. Professor Eichel's voice is low against his ear.

"I don't want..." And again, his words trail off into silence. It doesn't matter what he wants, he reminds himself. He and Professor Eichel have a deal. He just needs to submit to Professor Eichel.

Shuddering, he allows himself to slump against Professor Rammsteiner, pressing his forehead against his shoulder. Professor Rammsteiner seems to be concerned about him. Jade can't help but react to it, instinctively seeking out every little scrap of comfort he can find, when he's being pushed past limits he hadn't even realized he had possessed.

Heine's eyes stay on Jade's face after he draws back from the kiss, tracing the shape of his face. He doesn't know what he's doing, really, but it does feel good, and he—keep going—keeps going, rolling his hips up into Jade. When Jade's head lands on his shoulder Heine realizes, something's wrong...

Keep going.

He closes his eyes. Jade feels warm, his insides shuddering and tight, especially when Eichel's three fingers move inside him and his knuckles rub against his cock. Achingly hard, Heine already feels climax approaching, but he's only supposed to keep going and not finish.

And Heine wants Jade to feel good too. He turns his head into Jade's neck, eyes still closed as he inhales slowly. Not knowing what to do, and given no instruction, he falters.

But Jade smells good. Heine nuzzles the warm spot behind Jade's ear. The bite he leaves on the back of his neck is just enough for Jade to feel his teeth before he switches to soft swipes of his tongue.

Behind Jade, Eichel huffs a laugh and pulls at the edge of Jade's hole, hooking him open before he forces his pinkie in as well. He hadn't expected Heine to be so affectionate, but he supposes it comes with Heine actually acknowledging (or being forced to think he's acknowledging) emotion. It's rather endearing. Even if Heine's version of affection seems to mostly involve teeth.

Focus on Professor Rammsteiner instead. Focus on the feeling of sharp teeth and the almost ticklish swipe of his tongue, instead of the feeling of being stretched open further than he had thought possible. Even now, he can fit Professor Eichel forcing another finger into him. His muscles burn in protest.

Four fingers. That's four fingers inside him. But his hole remains stubbornly tight, clenching around the too-large intrusion - Jade can't even remember what it means to relax.

He bites at Professor Rammsteiner's shoulder, muffling a quiet noise. There's a strange, stinging sensation at his eyes; he can feel wetness dampening his cheeks.

Eichel gives Jade a slight reprieve of a sort, leaving his fingers where they are while Heine works his hips in short, regular thrusts. Heine's shoulder is bared completely, but he doesn't respond to Jade biting down on his skin. It hurts, a little. He doesn't mind. Heine leans into Jade's neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his skin and slowing his pace down to nothing, because he can take it easy. Give him time to adjust.

"Too much?" Eichel asks. He isn't looking at Jade's face when he withdraws his fingers to properly slick himself, and doesn't really wait for an answer before he returns. He pushes until Heine lies back; Heine pulls Jade with him, hands moving down to spread Jade's legs apart for Eichel when he gets on top of them both.

Heine turns his head to try and Jade on the mouth again. He likes the feeling of it, moving languidly to run his tongue over Jade's lips and teeth—even as Eichel presses the head of his cock next to where Heine is still buried in him, almost to the hilt, and begins to work his way in by slow, unrelenting pressure.

Gradually, as Eichel stops moving, the pain seems to ease away (or maybe his body is simply getting accustomed to it). Jade is willing to bet it's the latter. The fact that he feels too-loose and open when Professor Eichel withdraws his fingers just lends credence to that theory. It's a strange feeling, but far preferable to the pain from earlier. More than that, it gives him some time to regain his clarity of mind.

He can hear the slick noises of Professor Eichel getting himself ready. Jade exhales, still pressed up against Professor Rammsteiner, and blinks away the wetness clinging to his lashes. Relax, he reminds himself. This is just another challenge to be overcome.

It doesn't make him any more prepared when Professor Rammsteiner moves under him, pulling the two of them down. He shifts, trying to adjust to this new position, Professor Rammsteiner still inside him.

This should be easy. He just has to spread his legs, like Professor Rammsteiner is directing him to. But when he feels the head of Professor Eichel's cock at his entrance, slowly forcing him open again - he can't. Shaking, he gasps into the kiss, every muscle in his body seeming to flinch involuntarily, but there's nowhere he can escape to.

There's a damp patch on his skin where Jade had laid his head. It takes a moment for Heine to realize what it is, and when he does it's confusing. Hadn't Jade wanted this? Does it hurt that much? He'd been—being gentle—careful, because—

"Jade," Heine murmurs against his mouth. He tugs at his lower lip with his teeth, looking up to see the expression on his face.

It isn't supposed to be like that. Heine frowns, nuzzles Jade's mouth. His hands move up to stroke over Jade's back, repeating the motion as Eichel enters him. Heine can feel the tightness increase like a vise when he does, and his legs tense, but beyond that all he can concentrate on is Jade on top of him, above him, around him. He cranes his neck; Jade's pulse thuds in his throat, so that's where Heine bites again, just indenting his skin.

Eichel is moaning above them, breath gone ragged. He has one hand grasping Jade's hip, the other braced on the bed as he pulls out a bit after making it only halfway in, trying to fuck Jade open. "Good boy," he's saying. "Good boys," in a groan when he pulls Jade down and forces himself in, all the way. Only then does he finally stop and catch his breath.

His pulse jumps under the sharpness of Professor Rammsteiner's teeth. He screws his eyes tightly shut, breathing in erratic little gasps, but that's the extent of the strain he shows. Even now, he's given to stoicism.

It's fine. It's fine. Professor Eichel is on top of him, his grip powerful. He's being praised. He just has to stay still and accept this feeling of being split open, bit by bit, until it feels like his eyesight is swimming again and he can hardly breathe beyond choked, pained gasps.

Finally, Professor Eichel stops. Jade pants helplessly, back bowed, muscles twitching. It's too much, having both his teachers inside him like this. He can't think, and that realization sends a cold shock down his spine. He buries his face against Professor Rammsteiner again, still trembling.

The tightness around him is so much that Heine nearly squirms. But there's a weight on him, on his mind, that keeps him still and calm. The pressure is so heavy that he doesn't need to move, and it settles him somewhat. So it's fine. He noses at Jade's neck again, worry replaced with simple confusion, because he'd thought that Jade would want this. Feeling him shake, Heine moves his hands almost curiously to feel at the taut lines of his shoulders, rubbing one palm over his lower back.

Feeling the motion under his chest, Eichel shifts to look—and laughs. It's an indulgent chuckle, not mocking, as he pulls out again without ceremony and picks up the lubricant. Some he squeezes out onto his hand, but he puts the tip of the bottle right at Jade's entrance and adds slick there too, without warning. It'll make it easier.

This time when he starts to enter Jade again, he has Heine pull out halfway so that he can build a rhythm, a slow one where he and Heine are only inside him at the same time when one of them is pulling out. He can tell Jade's having a hard time, of course. This should be enough to help him adjust. (Should be, and well, if it isn't... he keeps going anyway.)

Professor Eichel is laughing. Laughing at him? He can't tell. It doesn't really matter anyway. There's something else nudging at his entrance, something slim. Jade shudders as he feels cool lube being squeezed out, covering his hole and dripping inside until he feels loose and wet. They've barely started, and he already feels so used.

He tries to relax under the soothing press of Professor Rammsteiner's hands, making a soft noise at the drag of Professor Rammsteiner's cock as he pulls out - not all the way, thankfully, Jade doesn't think he'll enjoy feeling so loose and open. He isn't given a moment of reprieve before he's filled again, but at least it's easier this time. Whatever Professor Eichel did is working. Or maybe he's adjusting. Likely, it's both. He feels dazed and disoriented, his mind running over and over in loops of half-formed thoughts.

It's easy to just close his eyes and focus on the feeling of being thrust into, stretched out, so slick that there's lube dripping down his thighs. He can take this. They're going slow for the moment; better to get used to it now rather than later.

He isn't aware of when he first starts moaning, voice tinged with pleasure. He finds himself slumping against Professor Rammsteiner, soft-boned, legs spread and hips rocking slightly at a particularly slow thrust, trying to seek out more.

When he realizes what he's doing, he stops himself, biting at Professor Rammsteiner's shoulder again.

Better? Heine mouths briefly at Jade's jaw, hands smoothing down lower, one cupping the curve of his ass and the other grasping at his thigh. Jade spreads, but Heine pulls his legs wider apart. He doesn't need instruction for that.

Eichel doesn't give him much direction now anyway, more focused on Jade. His thrusts into him pick up speed. Heine doesn't think about it, even though the pressure against his length is heavier now, slicker and faster. Only when told (now) does he rock his hips up with a sudden force, just as Eichel pulls out all the way, and his cock slides in with barely any resistance.

Heine makes a soft noise, almost confused. He doesn't know, really, why Jade feels like this, so soft and loose inside when he'd been so tight the last time. He thrusts into him again, and again, until he has to... stop.

Eichel watches as Heine goes completely still. He manages to keep his hips up slightly, feet braced on the bed and in Jade to the hilt—but all he's doing otherwise is looking at the ceiling. There's a certain charm in seeing Heine so dazed and docile. And Jade, too, even though he can't see his face, he thinks. Eichel sighs, pleased, and presses the head of his cock to Jade's hole firmly. For a few seconds he circles it around, teasing.

"You're doing so well," he murmurs. But it isn't enough. Eichel moves over them, landing his weight on top. He doesn't let up when he pushes in this time, leaving no hint of reprieve as he starts to fuck him hard and fast. He's bent over Jade, panting onto his shoulder, as fucks him as hard as he can until he comes, deep inside his body, groaning into his ear.

They settle in a rhythm of sorts: Professor Eichel moving smooth and fast, Professor Rammsteiner slower, his motions a little robotic. Jade makes a quiet noise when his thrusts suddenly stop, as if a switch had been flipped. His hips jut backward, searching for that warm friction again.

Then he stops, every bit as still as Professor Rammsteiner is, when he feels the head of Professor Eichel's cock at his entrance again, pressing down with an inexorable pressure. I can't, he wants to say, but bites the words back, teeth sinking into Professor Rammsteiner instead. He can do this. He's hard, isn't he? His cock is hard and aching, and for the past while, he's been grinding against Professor Rammsteiner every so often.

It's easier to just boil this down to the facts. He's hard. He wants to be fucked until he comes. Professor Eichel is heavy on top of him, pinning him down, but - it's fine.

But none of that prepares him for the reality of being thrust into, that overwhelming rush of being stretched and filled. Jade can't quite stifle a hoarse cry, and then there's a flood of quiet noises spilling from him as Professor Eichel fucks him, with enough force to send his body rocking back and forth, his cock sliding against Professor Rammsteiner's soft skin.

Rational thought fades away again. All he's aware of is the solid weight of Professor Eichel, bearing down on him, the rapid slide of his cock into his slick hole, seeming to go deeper and deeper each time. He's barely aware of Professor Eichel coming, only that he's suddenly being grabbed with even greater strength than before, and that Professor Eichel had slammed into him, as deeply as possible.

Shuddering, his hole twitching, Jade moves mindlessly against Professor Rammsteiner, trying to seek his own release.

Eichel groans again, deep and heartfelt, when Jade moves against him. The walls of his passage, stretched around him and Heine, feel incredible. He drops a kiss on Jade's shoulder before pulling out. It's already almost too much on his too-sensitive cock to be stimulated any more.

He never cared much for cameras or memorabilia. But he does wish he could capture this, the sight of Jade grinding against something, desperate to come, after being stretched so much that his entrance is still visibly open. Eichel forces Heine to remain still and presses two fingers into Jade, turning his wrist and pulling at the edge of his hole, just to see him gape more.

He feels so empty when Professor Eichel pulls out, and he groans low in his throat, a quiet noise of complaint.

Then, there are two fingers being pressed into him again, holding him open. They don't hit any of his sensitive spots. They don't even fill him, really. But the sensation of being pulled open once more - that's enough to send Jade over the edge. His mind goes blank. Graceless and thrashing, he comes, his climax shuddering through his whole body, a low whimper caught in his throat.

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