"Hmm." He allows Shinjirou to see his skepticism. But his hands start moving again, straying closer to Shinjirou's cock, even as he continued to keep their upper bodies apart.

"Then, for your information, you're free to make noises. I'd simply prefer it if you don't speak." It's easier that way. He doesn't trust Shinjirou to mind his tongue, so forbidding him from speaking at all would be a more straightforward approach to the problem.

He cups Shinjirou's balls, feeling their weight, then moves his hand up to press his thumb against the base of his cock. It's hot, much hotter than the rest of Shinjirou's body, and completely hard. His other hand continues to rest on Shinjirou's thigh, idly tracing nonsense patterns on top of some of the darker bruises.

"So why did you think you would fail?"