His subconscious is far more perceptive than what he'd give it credit for if asked and he easily falls for each urging trap. Hands slip, holding on more tightly, moving with a slight tremble to his fingertips. No, he isn't nervous. Eh. Perhaps a little. He is, however, damn excited. Whether this is weird or not, Jade reacts and Shinjirou doesn't need more encouragement than that.

It takes exactly one more kiss-breaking moan for Shinjirou to drop his hand from Jade's stomach to his crotch, pulling until their cocks are pressed against each other. That's when he himself groans; it isn't very quietly. He bites Jade's bottom lip instead of his own and makes up for it with a tender lick the next second.

His cheeks are burning up and his brain might as well be melting, but Jade's body is just as hot and that means this is just fine the way it is. Lazy strokes from tip to base take turns with increasingly harder rolls of his hips, until it's both at the same time with his free hand just massaging the back of Jade's neck to keep him nearby for deepening kisses.