He shakes his head. When he pushes into his skin, it hurts. When Jade kneads the cream into him, it doesn't. And there's parts left that are so tender, he wouldn't even try to touch them himself, but they probably do need the relief of the cream more than others which have already been taken care of.

Shifting, he lowers himself onto the mattress, eyes always on Jade's hands. His own lie beside his head, fingers twitching from time to time. The bruises are a dull ache, the red strings around his ankles and wrists however burn, worse now than before for some reason. He toys with the edge of the pillow. "Hmph."