"You couldn't even pick a shirt on your own." Jade smiles when his eyes meet with those of Shinjirou's reflection, and he continues to peel the jacket off him, navigating through touch alone. Under his hands, Shinjirou is as rigid as a coat rack, though whether it's from arousal or discomfort or both remains to be seen. Judging by the flush on his face and the goosebumps that prickle visibly on his neck, both seems the most likely.
His gaze flicks away from the mirror for a brief moment, taking in the tension in Shinjirou's shoulders, the way they draw inwards as if he's trying to make himself smaller. Being able to observe someone from both the front and back at the same time is new to Jade. He takes full advantage of it, allowing his gaze to roam, until he finishes taking off the jacket and has no choice but to turn and hang it up on the wall.
Someone outside twists at the handle to their changing room and shoves on the door, only to stomp away when they find it locked, grumbling under their breath as they leave. Jade doesn't wait for their footsteps to fade before moving back to Shinjirou again - it's not as if they'll ever be completely alone here, with only a few flimsy walls between them and the public eye.
"We should get you a tie later," he remarks, a soft whisper into Shinjirou's ear. Jade's hands come to rest on Shinjirou again, settling on his hips, fingers bending against the subtle curve. He pulls at the fine fabric of the borrowed shirt, untucking it from his slacks.
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His gaze flicks away from the mirror for a brief moment, taking in the tension in Shinjirou's shoulders, the way they draw inwards as if he's trying to make himself smaller. Being able to observe someone from both the front and back at the same time is new to Jade. He takes full advantage of it, allowing his gaze to roam, until he finishes taking off the jacket and has no choice but to turn and hang it up on the wall.
Someone outside twists at the handle to their changing room and shoves on the door, only to stomp away when they find it locked, grumbling under their breath as they leave. Jade doesn't wait for their footsteps to fade before moving back to Shinjirou again - it's not as if they'll ever be completely alone here, with only a few flimsy walls between them and the public eye.
"We should get you a tie later," he remarks, a soft whisper into Shinjirou's ear. Jade's hands come to rest on Shinjirou again, settling on his hips, fingers bending against the subtle curve. He pulls at the fine fabric of the borrowed shirt, untucking it from his slacks.