He smiles at the quiet grumble that vibrates against his lips, smiles even more as the fight seeps out of Shinjirou. Jade deepens the kiss, enjoying the simple pleasure of the motion, languidly exploring Shinjirou's mouth. He can still taste the syrup there, light and sweet.

There are no clothes for him to remove, just a broad expanse of bruised skin to explore. His hands roam across Shinjirou's back, as unhurried as the kiss, feeling for the spots that make him flinch, the spots that make him jump and shiver.

It's awhile before he finally breaks the kiss, and he's breathing a little heavily when he does, just enough to be noticeable. He's surprised by how much he wants this - just a bit of fooling around, maybe a little more, if things go that way. He is hands itch - he wants to keep running them over Shinjirou's skin, mapping out the planes of his body, see how much he had changed from a few weeks of this kind of living, as opposed to a life spent on the streets.

But for the moment, he holds back. "Are you sure you're well enough to continue?"

Perhaps he should have asked earlier, but Jade isn't too bothered. Better now than never, and technically speaking, he doesn't have to ask at all.