There's no argument to be had here; Jade's right and Shinjirou drops his head low, giving quiet whines when Irvin marks his body as if there weren't already more than enough signs that it is no longer his. It belongs to Jade, Jade's guests and now even to a dog. He gulps down too much air, lungs expanding painfully. "Yes."

When Irvin licks at his face, he nuzzles back, though his eyes are squeezed shut tightly. What is he doing here? Ass raised for a dog to mate with him, willingly. He stays still the entire time, offering his body without doing more than tremble once or twice when Irvin's teeth dig in a bit too deep.

Eventually Irvin's behind him again. Shinjirou knows about dogs, he's read dozens of books, has seen documentaries, watched the dogs at the orphanage ... he knows what to expect, and still, he shivers badly. Glancing at Jade tells him that he's made the right decision. Jade's watching.

"Get on, Irvin. I'm ready."