Shinjirou isn't moving quickly enough for Jade's liking, his movements slow in a way that speaks of pain rather than sensuality. He knows Shinjirou is almost at his limit, but Jade still expects better from him. He won't improve without being pushed to. When Shinjirou looks over at him, Jade frowns slightly, reproving.

A second later, his line of sight is cut off as his contact moves between the two of them. Knowing what's on his mind, Jade swiftly recovers the box meant for the plug just as the man pulls it out.

"I want you to stay like this for as long as you can," the man says, kneeling behind him. His cock is still wet with saliva, but he doesn't thrust into Shinjirou yet, just palms along the curved line of his torso with something that approaches reverence.

To a normal person, at least. Jade knows better. His contact is thinking over something, making calculations and assessing Shinjirou's performance.

The man's fingers come to a stop on Shinjirou's hips, squeezing. "And don't let a single drop of come spill out of you."