"Oh, was that what you were waiting for? My apologies." Despite the teasing words, he obligingly raises his arms over his head. He does more than that, even: his shoulders roll, a quick flex of his body - they're little movements, but they do their part in helping to ease his shirt over his head.

It's a shame he has to stop kissing Shinjirou in order to shrug off his shirt. As soon as the shirt is off (not carelessly tossed to one side, he's not that desperate, but neither does he pay much attention to it beyond making sure it's out of the way), he's pressing his mouth against Shinjirou's again. One hand fists into shaggy hair - he could do with a trim soon - while the other remains on Shinjirou's thigh, squeezing a little more firmly than before.

He's having fun, Jade realizes. Which is a bit of a silly realization - after all, isn't the whole purpose of this sort of thing to be fun? Admittedly, he doesn't have much more experience with this than Shinjirou does, even if he can adeptly pretend otherwise; his teenage years had been spent in obsessing over his goals. He had little time for human interaction then, and intimacy was a thought that barely crossed his mind before it was dismissed.