"No need." The mess should be disgusting; he should be thinking about how to clean it up. Instead, he finds himself wondering how much more of it is still inside Shinjirou. "It wasn't your fault."

He touches Shinjirou again, his palm sliding against the feverishly hot skin this time. Irvin's come is still hot in his hand, kept warm by the heat of Shinjirou's body. Careful not to let any drip onto the floor, Jade slowly reaches forward, then wraps his hand loosely around Shinjirou's cock.

"Let me take care of this, then you can clean up and go to bed." Shinjirou is, surprisingly, still hard after all that time spent struggling to hold himself up - it comes with being a teenager, Jade supposes. At any rate, this is the only way he can think of to reward Shinjirou while still keeping to their current roles: that of a master and his animal. Like this, he's simply taking care of a pet after it met with a mishap, or perhaps he's milking cattle. The details don't really matter. As long as he can dehumanize Shinjirou and turn him against himself, he would have succeeded.