He holds himself steady. It's easy to coax Shinjirou into his lap, but harder to keep his balance with Shinjirou's weight bearing down on him. He's not about to let himself be pushed down - that would defeat the purpose of this little exercise.

"You know perfectly well why not." He runs his hands down Shinjirou's bare back, squeezing and kneading at the warm flesh. "You're not going to learn any control that way. Besides, giving you to him drunk implies we think him too repulsive to handle sober."

Appearances are important, as Jade had learnt in the years after he became entangled in politics.

One hand falls to stroke along Shinjirou's thigh, pressing down lightly whenever he finds a bruise. "Not kicking or biting would be a good start. I'd like you to keep quiet as well."