Leaning in closer, Jade kisses him, brief and almost chaste except for the way he swipes his tongue along Shinjirou's bottom lip. He's so easy to handle like this, enough so that Jade has to remind himself to take things slow, keeping his touches gentle even as Shinjirou's body moulds against his own.

"Can you?" He asks, choosing not to answer the question properly. "You won't be able to rely on alcohol as a crutch tomorrow."

It's difficult, Jade knows, to consciously let down barriers that had been built and maintained for years. Acting like they're down is one thing, but he doubts Shinjirou is talented enough to pull that off yet.