"You better." He kisses him roughly, open-mouthed, but pulls back after a second. "Aww, fuck, shouldn't have done that, you taste like come."

The man seems relaxed in the afterglow, only chuckling when he hears Shinjirou's whine, his earlier animosity all but gone. There's still a hint of breathlessness in his voice as he says, "Impatient, aren't you? Fine, fine, give me a minute."

Carefully, he sits up, scowling a little when he sees the state of his shirt. "You owe me," he grouses, but he isn't particularly rough as he helps Shinjirou lower his legs. He takes his sweet time pulling out, however, making sure every single drop of come stays inside Shinjirou. The excess stickiness that clings to his softening cock gets wiped off against Shinjirou's inner thigh.

Finally, he sits back, just as the door to the study swings open again. Jade re-emerges, taking in the scene with a quick sweep of his eyes.

"All done?" He asks lightly. At the guest's affirming nod, he steps closer, expression as placid as ever. But as controlled as he is, there's a light flush to his skin that he can't conceal. "Good. Shinjirou, stay here while I see our guest off. Don't fall asleep."

Shinjirou must want company, he knows; he remembers how needy he had been earlier, nuzzling up to him like someone starved for attention.

Which is precisely why he's leaving him alone.