Shinjirou isn't quite sure if it really is better, but getting Jade's approval does feel better than coming. Giddy with the warmth that spreads in his chest, he leans into the touch, purring. His expression changes when the guest's cock pops out of him, his mouth forming a surprised little O. Sharp, raw pain, for a second, then cool air brushes his abused entrance. He'll be able to feel it for a few days, he figures.

And he hums contently because of it, arching his back as he gets up on all fours again.

Silently, he shifts on the couch and soon lowers his head, tentatively sticking out his tongue to lick at his own come. He's tasted it before, though on another guy's lips, and the reason for his shudder isn't disgust -- it's how he imagines he must look to the two men watching, looming over him. Ass raised as he licks come off the couch as if he were a kitten licking up spilled milk. He makes sure to catch every single drop; it's a pity this requires him to look down and unable to check the men's faces.