It's a relief to see and hear Jade's affected by his own teasing. Nowhere near as embarrassing as the too intense, too quick response Shinjirou has to just the ghost of a breath against his bare skin, but with how hard to read Jade is at all times, how he's in control of himself, it's definitely special. Shinjirou wonders if, one day, he'll have learned how to make it happen again. Until then, he tries to memorize this moment. Which isn't too hard; he's entirely focused on Jade and his own body, both the reflections and the real thing.

Making a distressed little noise, he lets his forehead hit the mirror. They're in public, he can't start moaning. He considers biting into his hand, but then he'd have to let go of Jade and he doesn't want to. The kiss tickles and his mouth drops open, mirror fogging up. "Fuck." It's a whisper, though it sounds louder than that in his ears. Staring at Jade down there, legs trembling, he mouthes you're awful. Despite that, he can't stop his hands still. Petting someone that bought him as a slave must be against some or another unwritten rule. He thinks he can get away with it, today, and rolls his thumb over Jade's cheek. It's warm; not burning up like his own, but that's not necessary to make him gasp.