His contact seems oblivious to the impatient stares of their audience, but Jade knows he's getting off on it. Being forced to watch is a little irritating, but at least Shinjirou puts on a good show, his reactions just obvious enough to be satisfying, and subtle enough that they seem genuine. Unconsciously, Jade finds himself leaning slightly forwards, drawn into the spectacle despite himself, trying to work out what would happen next.

His contact shows no sign of speeding up. He's still moving slow and lazy, making sure that Shinjirou can feel every inch of his cock with each thrust. The sweat makes his hand slip a little - he tightens his grip, blunted nails just barely digging into Shinjirou's skin. "Still good?" He asks, a flawless imitation of a concerned lover.