"Good enough." Thelsa turns to the new Apprentices and says, "Good afternoon, then. I believe I don't have all of your names, why don't you introduce yourselves?"

"Onmund, ma'am," he says, still looking a bit unsteady.

"Ruby."

"Brelyna Maryon."

"And this one is J'zargo."

"And I am Thelsa Andalas, Alchemy Instructor and Herbologist for the Wizard College of Winterhold. With that out of the way, let us begin. This lecture will be about—"

She is interrupted, however, by the arrival of a human who's looking the kind of flushed one does after running through the biting wind and snow of Winterhold. He stops to catch his breath, steadying himself by leaning on a wall. "Ma'am," he says, out of breath.

"I was beginning to think you would not be joining us today," says Thelsa with a smile before turning back to the Apprentices. "This is Tarakel, Scholar, and he will be watching my lectures as part of his training in instruction and herbology. I will ask him to help me with some things, here."

"Yes, ma'am," he says even though that wasn't directed at him, and slowly makes his way to a seat next to the Apprentices.

"Anyway, as I was saying, this lecture will be an introduction to herbology. We shall learn the names and properties of a few of the better-known plants used in potionmaking as well as a few details of how to determine said properties, although the practical lessons will get in more depth about the latter with some actual experimentation."

The way everyone seems to just... literally not care that there's a couple fucking over there in plain sight—Brelyna stopped touching herself and is now entirely focused on the lecture with no more ado than that—is on the one hand making it in fact kind of mundane and no big deal...

But on the other hand it's really hot and he wants to make use of it.

So with his right hand he grips his own dick and starts slowly, lazily stroking it, and his left hand he places on the bare part of Onmund's thigh. He doesn't do anything else, yet, just lets it rest there.

Onmund freezes completely—except, that is, for his cock, which jumps to attention faster than it's ever done before. He looks up at the teacher...

...who is continuing to talk about plants with not so much as a look.

O...kay?

Ruby's watching those emotions go through Onmund's face from the corner of his eyes and once Onmund seems to relax some he slides his hand further to the side so he can grab Onmund's cock. The tips of his fingers can barely meet around the girth, and it's long enough to go reasonably far past Onmund's navel. Which means he has a lot of area to cover while he continues to be almost painfully slow in his ministrations.

And he is, in fact, actually listening to Thelsa Andalas's lecture at the same time. Maybe not with all of his attention but he's getting the gist of most of it.

He's not, not even a little bit. He's gripping the edge of his seat like his life depends on it, breathing heavily, and looking around at the fact that they're in plain view of six other people. It's making him precome a lot, and honestly he's having to do his utmost to hold himself back from coming—which is itself kind of fun, he had not expected that not coming could feel this nice.

So Ruby can start trying to make him squirm. Pull his foreskin back, run a thumb around his tip to spread his precum around, just generally play with him.

He does not actually have it in him to hold back all that much longer and he throws Ruby a panicked look when he's about to—

But Ruby was expecting it and when Onmund is close enough he leans down to put his mouth around Onmund's cock.

It's just in time; as soon as Ruby is there he's coming, gripping his seat even harder and biting down on his lip to keep himself from making disruptive noises.

This is in fact much nicer when he's doing it with someone he wants to do it with, actually. He swallows, because he doesn't want Onmund to get sticky in the middle of class because of him, and also because it's really hot.

Onmund... succeeds... at not disrupting the class.

He also has the post-coital clarity that he just got jerked off to orgasm and then had his cum swallowed by a dude in front of his teacher, a teaching assistant, two other students, and two other people who... admittedly are also fucking.

...were. Were also fucking. It seems like they stopped at some point, or are finished, or something. They're still there, but how they're just cuddling and half-watching the lecture.

Well, the orc catches his eye and offers him a thumbs up which makes his head immediately snap back to look at the teacher so quickly he's sure he must have made a cracking noise. He is also most certainly not looking at Ruby, no sir, he is paying attention to the lesson, yep, nothing to see here.

Nine help him.

Ruby now has a grin like the cat who got the canary and even though he is not himself avoiding looking at Onmund his world is a lot less shaken by the idea of exhibitionism being unremarkable. He's definitely getting used to this really quickly.

Which also means he can get back to paying attention to the lecture a lot more easily and quickly than Onmund can.

Unfortunately for Onmund's ability to pay attention, lectures on herbology are very boring. It stands to reason that this kind of memorisation is necessary for proper mastery of Alchemy, but that doesn't make it any more interesting. He thinks he's probably not going to be attending any more lectures about this particular subject.

The human and the orc leave the lecture hall halfway into the lecture, and the last fifth of it is dedicated to some very very basic techniques for figuring out herb properties on the fly which will be expanded upon later.

"Dinner?" suggests Brelyna after they're dismissed.

"J'zargo will spend the evening studying magic."

"J'zargo could take a half hour to socialise with the other Apprentices," Ruby counters.