Shinjirou still wants to call him names, would love to kick the man, or at least turn his head away. Instead he's on the floor, enthusiastically sucking his dick. That his gag reflex has never been all that strong is enormously useful. The man glides in deep, throat showing an obvious bulge. Normally he loves this, normally he tries to draw it out. Now his eyes narrow and he bobs his head up and down fast. Just make the guy come and lose interest, preferably for the rest of the night, in any and all sex.

The small crowd around them is growing, it seems, with each wet smack and pop. There are too many with their hands in their pants, too many looking forward to having him crawl towards them like a limbless slug, asking them to use his mouth for their pleasure. This isn't how he imagined the night to go and he's pretty sure Jade didn't plan any of this either. Maybe he's wrong, but if he is, he doesn't want to know.

His teeth are safely tucked away under his lips, his tongue pressed up into the base of the man's cock. He does his best to give him a good time, let him thrust into his throat when he wants to, just get it over with his quick, but satisfy the madman.