The only retribution Jade gets for the small laugh is a light dig of nails into his sides that doesn't last long and is followed by slow, gentle strokes. Alas, he can't stay calm like that for long, with the teasing taking its toll: it seems like he can't get enough air into his lungs, no matter what. The first startled moans at least are somewhat muffled. Sucks to be that sensitive, sometimes. On the other hand, whatever, Jade's getting hard as well. The boost his ego gets is almost better than the prickle of arousal.

Pressing down to get a better hold through the fabric, he spreads his legs at the same time in response to the squeeze, the nearby bruises making him shudder. Maybe he should be a bit more embarrassed about all of this. His skin is flushed, nipples stiff and tender from just that tiny bit of attention, and his cock is hard enough that he's got to wonder if he could come from nothing but this. He leans in even closer, fingers sneaking towards the cold metal of the zipper, his other hand scrunching up Jade's shirt to bare skin. Hell, he wants to touch, too. And he sinks even more into the kiss, trying to find the taste of Jade beneath all the sweetness that covers it.