Shinjirou's grumbles come and go, sometimes accompanied by a pout, but mostly he's too relaxed to grimace and get pissed at Jade for laughing about him. He takes some comfort from the fact that Jade started this. What he genuinely enjoys the most, however, is that Jade allows him to be curious, too.

Normally, the approach he uses when he's with someone is direct; his hand doesn't go straight for Jade's cock now, though. Once the zipper is down, Shinjirou slides his hand beneath the fabric, fingers pushing along the inside of Jade's thigh. Warm skin over firm muscles. He takes a sharp breath and stops despite wanting more, leaning back just far enough to lock eyes with Jade.

Hesitant to try, he moves his hands towards the hem of Jade's shirt, tugging lightly. A part of him expects his hands to be slapped away, while the other is busy going through with his attempt to undress Jade. He's done way worse than stripping someone, but still: his heart's beating somewhere up in his throat.