Fooling around has never been a thing for him, not until today -- always sounded like something cute, nice, and harmless. Didn't sound a lot like him. There's a flutter in his stomach he hardly gets anymore when he's with anyone, from that part of himself that's shy and unsure. His hand strays higher, squeezes Jade's thigh when a pleasant wave rushes through him and barely cups Jade's crotch in the end.

He never interferes, though. Whenever he feels it's necessary, he twists his body to make himself available even if it means taking his own hands off. It seems like Jade wants to touch and not be bothered, so Shinjirou doesn't and merely clings to him when the chance arises. Something about leaving himself open and kissing back with a need he normally tries to push away is thrilling and soothing at the same time. Whether that'll come back to bite him in the ass later is a worry he does push away, firmly.

There are scars, old and new, that sizzle with little pressure needed. All those fist fights and all the rough handling, and apparently he's still sensitive to a lot less than that. Getting him to move in a particular way isn't difficult which is new to him; he doubts it's as big of a revelation to Jade.