He doesn't have any trouble keeping his balance, but Shinjirou's hands are pleasantly warm where they hold onto him, and he thinks this is preferable to having his arms hang limply at his side. Jade glances up at him, eyes half-hidden by his bangs, his lips twitching up with a smirk as he takes in the growing arousal on Shinjirou's face.

The smirk doesn't completely fade even when he starts kissing at Shinjirou again, slowly moving down his body, buttoning up his shirt as he goes. Despite his original plan, his hands don't always stay on the shirt; more often, they travel along Shinjirou's sides, groping and squeezing, always mindful of the bruises. Once, he pinches lightly at a nipple, rolling it between his fingers before he dips his head to suck at it, the edge of his teeth scraping against it when he withdraws.

But more than anything, this is a chance to indulge his curiosity - to see what other people find so appealing about this, the worship of their partners' bodies.