This time, there's not even any eye-rolling. Licking his lips, he pulls the shirt over Jade's head and waits that split-second it takes to put it out of harm's way, but no longer than that. And it seems like Jade got the same idea. He groans into the kiss, hands on Jade's shoulders for support as he climbs into his lap.

Better.

That's a lot better with no fabric between their skin. Without any barrier, Shinjirou lets one hand travel freely over the bared chest, while the other stays high up, cupping Jade's cheek. Somehow, the latter seems more intimate than the former, but the fist in his hair keeps him confident enough to keep going on the way he wants to. He's practically been given the permission, hasn't he?

The pace he's set almost manages to annoy himself. Then again, the small surprises that would never be noticed just from frantic grabbing make up for it. He traces all the hard outlines and teases all the soft spots he finds, and in the end he's perfectly satisfied with his decision to take his time. On the other hand, it is too easy to roll his hips forward and get some gratification from having his cock press up against hot skin to keep them still.