[SilentFeather]

Connie was confused at first, knowing no single clue about what the word "sex" even meant, but he did his best to listen, to comprehend as clearly and as concisely as he possibly could. He stood where he was, too fearful to react on his very own. He was usually punished for doing simple actions, so now he was restrained "minded", not knowing what to do.

As he was sat beside by his Professor he reacted, but with that of high curiosity, his curiosity indeed piqued, but not realizing that he was a "pawn" in a sexual triangle between his Professor and another, Harry, that of what the esteemed "Professor Renzo" had not seemed to have a single iota of passion nor an ounce of affection for.

"Sex? .. if it wasn't a punishment then why did it hurt? punishments are supposed to hurt, Professor Renzo?" He asked, curiosity and a bit of hesitation in his tone. "W .. Will it hurt if we do "it"?" He furthered with questioning, much too cowardly, even a bit fearful of making a direct promise he could not keep to his Professor, his teacher. "I do .. like it when you touch me, is that alright to confess, Professor?"