"I'm seventeen. I can do that on my own." The protests are limited to words, pushed out between ground teeth. He's not trying to dodge Jade's touch. However, a slight sweat breaks out and covers his goosebump-riddled body. Jade's careful, sensual, until he pushes one arm into a crooked position, but even that reminds Shinjirou of certain other events; of a fist curled in his hair, a sharp tug on the chain.

This, this is intimate and a part of him wants to lean back and enjoy it. The part that doesn't mind Jade doing everything on purpose.

When Shinjirou glances at the mirror, he can see just how stiff his muscles are. He's tense, visibly and tangibly. His breath leaves a white cloud behind which he immediately wipes away with his free hand. Jade's having fun, that much he can figure out. Shinjirou could change that, easily, by not caring about the situation ... but he's not ready for that level of difficulty.