Jade had positioned himself so that Shinjirou would not be able to leave the bed without at least brushing past him. He watches intently as the blanket is thrown off, eyes slowly trailing down to look at the stains that had dried on Shinjirou's skin. All this, just from precome. It's impressive.

Carefully, he runs two of his fingers along the edge of one of the bigger stains on Shinjirou's thigh, feeling some of the dried crust peel off and flake onto the futon. He'll need to be washed before his guest comes, but for now, Jade finds that he enjoys seeing him so visibly marked.

He raises his eyes again, looking directly at Shinjirou. "You did do well last night, you know."