"Stay there for a moment," he instructs, not replying to Shinjirou's question directly. Jade kneels as well, positioning himself behind Shinjirou, both hands braced on his hips as he judges the distance between their bodies. The bench is the perfect height; Shinjirou is easily accessible like this, and he doesn't have to strain himself if he really did mean to use him.

He moves to the front next, on his feet this time. His hand darts out to fist into Shinjirou's hair, yanking him roughly upwards until he's at eye level to his groin. Still holding on painfully tight, he turns Shinjirou's head this way and that, observing his flushed skin and the clean lines of his jaw and neck. He looks desirable enough, Jade decides. It would be even better if his lips are more swollen, his hair messier, but those would come soon enough.

"What do you think?" He asks, so casual that he might as well be asking Shinjirou's opinion on the food. "I thought I could leave your torso free."

Shinjirou had asked to be tied down, but he had seemed quite taken with the idea of being hauled around as well. Jade thought he may as well try incorporate that. Who knows when another opportunity like this will come along; it's not often that there will be so many anonymous bodies gathered around in one place, all of them clamouring for entertainment and pleasure.