His body is trying desperately to catch up and it does loosen for the growing intrusion, but always a thrust too late. As promised, Shinjirou makes very little noise, sparing his throat the pain of screaming. He's still hoarse from the days before.

"Sorry. No, no, I don't -- ah." Levering himself up, a broken moan slips out. Irvin's hitting just the right spot like this and, moving by instinct alone, Shinjirou pushes back. His body eases into the rough mating, finally, and precome spills onto the floor. The pain is only a dull pressure, highlighting the pleasure. It's obscene, the sounds, his own voice pitching higher despite his best efforts to keep it down.

Head turning towards Jade, he licks his lip. "Are you ever going to reclaim your bitch?"