It isn't all that bad. The cream is cool and he's slowly relaxing, letting the mix of a warm body, the quiet surrounding him, and the soothing balm lull him into a state of content. Alas, the moment doesn't last long enough to let him fall asleep and if not for the razor-sharp sensation in his chest every time he moves the wrong way, he might have jumped; he merely squirms.

He's this close to biting -- not Jade, but the pillow. There's none of the anticipated intense pain, but Shinjirou expects that won't last. He grinds his teeth, arms shivering with the tension that runs through them. It'll only hurt worse in the morning if he doesn't allow himself to be taken care of now. He inhales, exhales, and meets Jade's gaze, holding it.

Not looking at what Jade's doing means that he may be surprised and surprises are never good when you're trying to avoid pain. On the other hand, his cock looks an even darker shade of purple against Jade's pale skin. He nods, breathing through his nose. Meditation isn't something he's ever really, honestly tried. Maybe that's another thing he can learn here, in this surreal situation he's found himself in. "Uh-huh."