Once again, Jade thinks about the door falling open, revealing them to the whole store. It should be an unpleasant thought, and it is; he has a reputation to maintain. But the danger also sends a pleasant chill down his spine. His breath comes a little quicker when he unbuttons Shinjirou's pants, slowly dragging the zipper down.

One hand grips at the pants, preventing them from falling to the floor all at once. Inch by inch, he drags them down, feeling the fabric stretch and slide against Shinjirou's rear. But Jade is more focused on the cock in front of him - that is, focused on ignoring it. He lets his breath ghost teasingly against it, but that's all he does. His head ducks down, tilting slightly as his lips press onto Shinjirou's inner thigh, imitating Shinjirou's usual quiet hums in response to the hand stroking through his hair. It's shockingly easy to let go, allowing the sounds to form in his throat and reverberate into the surrounding air.