"Good," he repeats. Satisfaction settles over him, heavy and warm. Shinjirou's compliance is such a pleasing thing. Jade lets out a low murmur of approval as Shinjirou's thumb rubs against the head of his cock; Shinjirou is always so eager to serve, even when he's lost in his own pleasure.

"Are you close?" He asks. It's an unnecessary question, when he can feel Shinjirou approaching the brink, their previous coordination dissolving into something sloppy and desperate. But he enjoys hearing Shinjirou talk. Jade sets one hand against his back, anchoring him. His own hips rock forward as he ruts against him, a little more put together than Shinjirou is, but no less engrossed.