"Sorry." His grip lightens for a moment, but seeing Jade lower himself onto the ground doesn't exactly help ... though it does put him more or less out of reach. Shinjirou's hands end up in Jade's hair, combing through them. It's so different from his own mess, where his fingers tend to get caught up in it all the time.

The muscles in his stomach ache with how taut they are as Jade's lips travel down, and then it's done. He's wearing this new shirt. His skin has a light sheet of sweat over it and he hates to think that it's going to be noticeable should they put it back and try on another. He's not going to survive trying on another anyway, he realizes. Sooner than that he's going to come in his pants.

Breath hitching, he glances at the mirror, then down at Jade. "And? You approve?" He clicks his tongue, licking his lips. "I mean, of the thing. Shirt."