The affirmation gives him the strength he needs to go on. It's been difficult from the get-go and Jade's obviously not going to make it any easier for him. Eyes darting back and forth between the hand on his cock and Jade's glistening fingers, he tries to mentally prepare himself for a a second source of stimulation.

It's by sheer luck that the curse he's about to mutter under his breath gets caught in his throat and instead an odd sort of hiccup comes out. Pushing back against Jade's fingers that tickle him so nicely, or thrusting into Jade's firm grip, would instantly bring relief. He mustn't do either and somehow, draining himself in the process, he manages to hover (more or less) quietly over Jade's lap.

The shivering won't stop, alas. And his cock doesn't seem to care either, pre-cum leaking, a drop of it running down as Jade's hand moves up again. It smears in-between their skin and the sensation makes him jump, once.

"Sorry. Won't -- won't happen again."