Irvin is happy to nuzzle against Shinjirou for a few moments, but eventually, he pulls away again. It takes another few rounds of inspection before he's finally satisfied. With a pleased noise, he drops to his belly, curling up contentedly next to Shinjirou.

It's only then that Jade makes his way over. Irvin's ear twitches at his approach, and he raises his head slightly, but that was the extent of his reaction.

Slowly, Jade sinks to his knees behind Shinjirou, right where Irvin had been before. He forces himself to breathe, slow and steady, as he watches the way Irvin's come continues to drip out. The pale streaks only accentuates the redness of Shinjirou's hole is, gaping and inflamed from the rough mating.

Desire surges in Jade again, quicker than he thought possible, and his hot breath puffs against the exposed entrance. It only strengthens his disgust with himself. This exercise had been for Shinjirou, to force him to realize that he'd splay himself open for anyone and anything; Jade hadn't meant to get off on it as well.

He pushes his guilt away. Business first. He needs to see how his charge is doing.

"It's a shame all this went to waste," he muses, running his fingers along Shinjirou's thigh. When he pulls away, Irvin's sticky come coats his fingers, strands of it still clinging to Shinjirou's thigh.