While Jade takes care of his back, he nearly falls asleep. It's incredibly soothing. He pinches himself to stay awake and as soon as Jade's done, he snuggles up to him again. It's so much warmer, so much better with a firm chest to lean onto, able to feel Jade's heartbeat. He forgets himself and his situation for a moment, pressing a kiss to Jade's jaw.

Shoulders hunched, Shinjirou glances up at him. It'd be easier to admit if they'd just be talking about sex. But what he enjoyed was being used for sex. He squirms, despite Jade's caution. The scratches haven't started to close up yet and the soap burns worse for it. "... yes, I did. It felt -- really good." He can't imagine the other slaves at the market being into any of what had happened to him. He was kicking the kidnappers when they tried to examine him; they just started crying for their mommy.

At the moment he can't say he feels like he's better than them. His mind is focused on hold me and he'd like to hit himself for that. His hands curl into fists below the water. He'll loathe himself in a few hours.