He lets out a dry little hah at the quip, and is just as dry when he says, "Yes, I seem to recall something like that." Shinjirou and his guest had hardly been quiet, after all, especially considering the fact that Jade had been listening in to see if there was any information he could glean from the encounter.
His hand goes to rest on Shinjirou's belly again, only this time, he strokes it properly. The skin is smooth and warm under his hand, which firmly moves back and forth in little rubbing motions. Sometimes, his hand dips a little lower than usual, but never does it actually reach Shinjirou's groin.
When he speaks, his voice is lower again, a quiet intensity colouring every word. "Tell me, what appeals to you more? The attention, or the sensation of fullness?"
In his mind's eye, he sees Shinjirou writhing on his bed again, rocking back and forth against the fist he had squeezed inside himself under the directions of someone who might as well be a perfect stranger.
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His hand goes to rest on Shinjirou's belly again, only this time, he strokes it properly. The skin is smooth and warm under his hand, which firmly moves back and forth in little rubbing motions. Sometimes, his hand dips a little lower than usual, but never does it actually reach Shinjirou's groin.
When he speaks, his voice is lower again, a quiet intensity colouring every word. "Tell me, what appeals to you more? The attention, or the sensation of fullness?"
In his mind's eye, he sees Shinjirou writhing on his bed again, rocking back and forth against the fist he had squeezed inside himself under the directions of someone who might as well be a perfect stranger.