His hands leave Shinjirou again just as Shinjirou sucks in a breath, but Jade can still see it clearly in the mirror. Smiling, he wraps his arms around Shinjirou's shoulders again, beginning to undo his buttons from the top up.

"As tempting as that might be," he brushes his fingers deliberately against Shinjirou's neck, over his throat, "I don't need a tie for that."

Shinjirou is both immobile and animated against him, his whole body stiff, but the little movements that shake him only generate more friction between them. Jade continues picking at his buttons, his fingertips tracing lightly against the skin that is slowly being exposed. This is new; usually his partners remove their own clothing in a desperate flurry, or he does it for them with his usual precision. He's never taken his time like this before.

But he enjoys it. There's something pleasing about the way Shinjirou's face darkens with growing embarrassment, and the barely-suppressed squirms that shudder through his body, and most of all, the anticipation that thickens the air. This is safe. Fun - well, maybe not for Shinjirou - something not at all serious, something that won't leave permanent scars.