Not too soon then. Shinjirou isn't sure what to make of Jade's smile. Maybe he's being mocked. Maybe Jade finds it useful in some way. He'd rather have the latter be the case, but he also thinks he deserves mockery for openly admitting to his fondness of pain to the point that he wants his wounds to stay for a while.

That's sick.

"Yes." He bows quickly, then cringes over doing it, and leaves for the bedroom. For his throat it will be soon? Standing next to his bed, he reaches up and cups his neck. Jade had driven deep into him. He traces the line of thrusts as he remembers it. Will he get to swallow Jade's come next time? He inhales sharply; if he behaves, then perhaps ...

At least pondering all this makes him stand perfectly still.