If the guy were really his first, he would have gotten a kick to the balls and nothing more. He keeps his eyes closed and takes a deep breath of air. Growling is what he really wants to do. Without Jade right in front of him, he might not have cared about the repercussions. Getting hit is easy. Disappointing someone isn't. He takes the slaps with a shaky whine, ass cheeks clenching, glad that his hair is long enough to hide his flushed face. He'd be, he thinks, dripping wet.

And a tiny voice in his head wishes he could tell them that they're right; that he's a whore, that he wants to be taken. He knows he'd end up insulting either Jade or the guest -- worst case, both -- instead of degrading himself further.

Unzipping Jade's pants with his teeth sounds more exciting to him. Also like something about to give away that he's as far from a virgin as possible. So he raises one hand and awkwardly does the job -- he doesn't have enough constraint yet to not brush his fingers over the bulge before putting his hand back down on the couch for support. Embarrassingly, his mouth is watering and unwilling to close. Yes, he's eager. He's starved, especially after the night before. It looks like this time, he's at the very least going to be allowed to touch bare skin. Better yet, suck on it.