"Yes," he hisses and stops moving for a second, as if that could actually prolong the fun at this point. Every muscle below his stomach seems to contract, making his toes curl and turning his thrusts into harsh shudders. Jade, in comparison, still appears so calm and collected -- but close up and pressed against each other, even Shinjirou can tell there's real arousal and a peak somewhere nearby, too.

Mumbling some words of gratitude for the support of Jade's hand, he shifts around and eventually decides to, well, fuck it all; there's definitely nothing dignified about it when he spurts a sticky mess onto Jade's chest. Frantic, he tugs on the long silky hair within reach and juts his hips forward. Even after he's emptied himself all over his own hand and a good part of Jade's bare skin, Shinjirou doesn't stop right away. Sure, there's the content weariness. The cool sweat running down his back and forehead.

But there's also the aftershocks and the desire to make Jade come as well. Jittery as he may be, he keeps pulling their cocks through his slick fist.