Jade's gaze wanders as Shinjirou works, sometimes watching his lips purse as he sucks the cock further in, other times focusing on his expression, as well as his contact's reactions. He seems pleased enough, making little noises of satisfaction as Shinjirou's tongue works against the underside of his cock. Shinjirou seems to be responding positively as well. He's still in a bad state, that much is clear even from a single glance, but he's also more relaxed than he had been.

Watching him, Jade is tempted to line up and use his mouth as well. As it is, he simply stands there, hands hanging loosely at his sides, a proud little smile in place as if he's showing off well-trained merchandise. In any other situation, perhaps he would have stroked Shinjirou's hair, but it's too filthy right now. He'll need a shower before being taken back to the house.

His contact is being surprisingly considerate. He barely moves, allowing Shinjirou to set the pace and control the depth of the penetration, nodding approvingly every time his eyes meet Shinjirou's.

But he doesn't come into his mouth. After awhile, he pulls back completely. "Get down onto all fours," he instructs. "Face against the ground."