After the other men's raw treatment, he considers this a vacation. He can take his time, find a nice rhythm, soothe himself and finds himself complacent in the end. Shinjirou's almost disappointed when Jade's friend pulls away, following until his center of balance nearly has him toppling over. He sits back, head tilted to one side, and listens to the new order; it takes him a moment to understand what's asked of him and to think of a way to turn himself over without fucking it up.

He shifts, inch by inch, until he's facing the other way. Some of the audience are still watching him. Slowly, carefully lowering his upper body, knees pushing back as he slides over the slippery floor, his attempt to obey is successful. The tiles are cool against his burning cheek. He looks over his shoulder, watching Jade, then the other man. Is he doing a good job? Hopefully. The position isn't too good on his bruised chest, bends him into an awkward wave-shape with his ass raised high and from his waist on dipping low towards the ground.