It's not a conscious decision he makes when he follows the pull of Jade's hand and lies down, it's an instinctive reaction to let himself be guided. With exhaustion making his body heavy and his mind light, he's incredibly thankful for being allowed to rest peacefully on Jade's lap. The humming doesn't cease, looking at Jade through half-lidded eyes, though he tries to be quieter when the men talk business again.
His legs are open, one knee leaning against the back rest, the other hanging off the couch, giving Jade's guest easy access. Despite trying his best not to be disruptive, his entire body curves up, his moans barely muffled when he pushes his face into Jade's stomach. One hand's clutching the edge of the couch, the other running aimlessly over the fabric. The casual way the guest fingers him is something completely new. It's as if he were merely doodling while holding a conversation, but to Shinjirou, it's the center of everything. The come left inside of him gets dragged out, smoothing the way back in, spreading deep inside of him. He's hard again soon, but he doesn't attempt to touch himself. Writhing, head thrown back, he loses focus more and more, until Jade speaks to him.
May he talk now? He keeps his voice low -- the words come out raspy, throat just as sore as the rest of his body. "I want you." He holds his breath then. By now he's understood it's not his place to ask for things. He might have just destroyed everything, risked the soothing petting, the delicious, pointed thrusts into his oversensitive body. And his sob of an apology is for Jade alone, not the guest, though he's not sure it'll be recognized.
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His legs are open, one knee leaning against the back rest, the other hanging off the couch, giving Jade's guest easy access. Despite trying his best not to be disruptive, his entire body curves up, his moans barely muffled when he pushes his face into Jade's stomach. One hand's clutching the edge of the couch, the other running aimlessly over the fabric. The casual way the guest fingers him is something completely new. It's as if he were merely doodling while holding a conversation, but to Shinjirou, it's the center of everything. The come left inside of him gets dragged out, smoothing the way back in, spreading deep inside of him. He's hard again soon, but he doesn't attempt to touch himself. Writhing, head thrown back, he loses focus more and more, until Jade speaks to him.
May he talk now? He keeps his voice low -- the words come out raspy, throat just as sore as the rest of his body. "I want you." He holds his breath then. By now he's understood it's not his place to ask for things. He might have just destroyed everything, risked the soothing petting, the delicious, pointed thrusts into his oversensitive body. And his sob of an apology is for Jade alone, not the guest, though he's not sure it'll be recognized.