The look on Shinjirou's face takes Jade's breath away. He paints such an overtly sexual picture now, still sucking cock even as come drips down his face, his whole body pliant and begging to be touched, to be used. There's an uncharacteristic fumble in Jade's hands as he tucks himself back into his slacks and zips up.

"That was good," he tells Shinjirou, reaching out to tuck his hair behind his ears, safely out of the way. Absently, Jade thinks: He really does have quite a nice smile.

Behind them, the guest gives Shinjirou's body one last squeeze, then finally pulls out and climbs off him. "Get to it," he yawns.