Shinjirou doesn't quite understand what is going on that has made Jade willing to close his eyes, despite having just been told that an uncontrollable force is sitting in his lap. Jade seems to trust either himself to be stronger, or Shinjirou not to start an attack.

While Shinjirou does move, his attack is very light. He kisses his way down to Jade's throat, one hand on Jade's shoulder for support, the other fisted in the backrest of the couch. His hips want to thrust into Jade's hand, a warm hollow that feels far too good for being just a palm. This, Shinjirou decides for himself, is his own first test. Staying still should be easy enough.

"How -- can you teach me?" Jade isn't someone who should be trusted, he thinks, but then neither is he. It evens out, in his opinion. If being used by someone turns out to be useful for himself, he can deal with it. Hopefully. "Will you?"