Briefly, he touches his lips against Shinjirou's cheek, just to see if it feels as hot as it looks. The constant shifting of Shinjirou's body doesn't bother him; Jade holds himself steady, keeps his grip loose, allowing Shinjirou to do as he pleases. In the mirror, he can see the uncertain frown that twists across Shinjirou's face, and the redness of his lips from where he had bitten them earlier. Jade commits it all to memory.

"You certainly seem to enjoy being restrained," he says, only half sarcastic. Most of the buttons are undone by now. Jade presses the palm of his hand against Shinjirou's abdomen, resting it there for a few seconds, as it rises and falls with the rhythm of Shinjirou's breathing. Then he finally undoes the last two buttons, baring Shinjirou's chest to the mirror. Like this, he looks almost normal: the shirt hides the worst of the bruising, leaving only the unmarked skin on display.