With his eyes closed, the only warning he gets is the shift of air caused by Shinjirou moving closer, his hair tickling at Jade's cheek as he is kissed. He sits perfectly still, accepting the gesture but not reacting to it.

"I will." Those words sound too much like a promise for his comfort. He knows all about the value of good teachers - enough to know that he'll never be a one. But he puts the thought out of his mind.

"In fact, you could say I'm already teaching you." Now that he's sure Shinjirou won't start thrusting into his hand, he tightens his grip, giving his cock a little squeeze, then begins to drag his fist up with tantalizing slowness. The friction feels good against his hand, even without lubricant, all heat and tightness. He can only imagine what it feels like to Shinjirou.