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"No, you don't." If he can feel his own heart beat up in his throat, then Jade must have felt it, too. Swallowing hard, he silently begs that he's just imagining things and that his nervousness isn't as painfully obvious as it seems to be in his own eyes. The mirror shatters his hopes, unfortunately.

The chain appears, inch by inch, as Jade undoes the buttons. Pressing back does nothing but push him back into Jade. Any escape routes are blocked -- but what's blocking it is a warm body. His cheek touches Jade's when he turns to face the mirror. It only makes his own feel more aflame. No one's ever undressed him, not since he was a child ... and many years later, not without ripping at his clothes. This, right now, is a very odd mix between the two.

Whether it's leaning forward or back, every move closes the distance between them, just in a different way. Unable to decide what's better, he shifts back and forth. "Tch. Feels like I'm tied up right now."

Briefly, he touches his lips against Shinjirou's cheek, just to see if it feels as hot as it looks. The constant shifting of Shinjirou's body doesn't bother him; Jade holds himself steady, keeps his grip loose, allowing Shinjirou to do as he pleases. In the mirror, he can see the uncertain frown that twists across Shinjirou's face, and the redness of his lips from where he had bitten them earlier. Jade commits it all to memory.

"You certainly seem to enjoy being restrained," he says, only half sarcastic. Most of the buttons are undone by now. Jade presses the palm of his hand against Shinjirou's abdomen, resting it there for a few seconds, as it rises and falls with the rhythm of Shinjirou's breathing. Then he finally undoes the last two buttons, baring Shinjirou's chest to the mirror. Like this, he looks almost normal: the shirt hides the worst of the bruising, leaving only the unmarked skin on display.

This is embarrassing -- and nice. And it's not going to last. He looks down at where Jade's hands rest on his body, taking a slow, deep breath. His muscles twitch under Jade's palms. "I do." He hides his face in the crook of Jade's neck, though he doesn't lose sight of their reflections in the mirror.

Seeing himself like this, bare skin flushed with a chain running across his chest, is awful. He had a chance to run away from this. What he sees now, what's happening, is more or less his own fault. Keeping his eyes closed for a moment, he leans forward just far enough to let Jade take the shirt off.

"You seem to enjoy restraining me." He searches for Jade's eyes in the mirror. "Evens out, huh?"

Does he? Enjoy restraining Shinjirou? Jade doesn't know. He wishes he could say that he doesn't, that all this is just a job, an elaborate pretence to integrate himself into the upper circles of slavers and buyers - but he can't.

The thoughts take less than a second to run through his mind, and he keeps his expression steady throughout. His eyes betray him, however, flickering away from Shinjirou's before meeting them squarely again. "I suppose it does," he agrees easily.

One of his hands travels up to rest on the back of Shinjirou's head, a crude attempt to distract him from the tells his body had betrayed. Jade is an excellent liar - just not in this area. Not for lack of trying; he simply lacks the experience to do so successfully. It's not often he feels genuine emotion, and even less often that he needs to hide it. Hopefully, his tells were subtle enough that Shinjirou never noticed them in the first place.

For a second, he simply holds Shinjirou, smiling at the way he's peering at the mirror despite having most of his face buried into Jade's neck. It's quite a change from his behaviour just minutes ago. Jade is half-tempted to tease him, but he keeps his remarks to himself for now.

Eventually, though, they'll have to stop, and Jade isn't comfortable with displays of affection anyway. Slowly, he pulls the shirt off with his free hand, allowing it to flutter to the ground.

"Pass me the new shirt." His hand settles on Shinjirou's hip again, his fingers carefully arranged to cover the worst of the bruising.

He feels too comfortable for his survival instincts to kick in and closely examine Jade's behavior. Shinjirou does take note of it -- for the first time it's Jade who avoids eye contact and hesitates, after all -- he just fails to come to a conclusion as to what it means. And then Jade's back to normal in a matter of seconds. Frowning slightly, he tsks at the words.

The hand in his hair makes him sigh and close his eyes, though. Jade's just toying with him again. That's all. Glancing at the mirror, he can see the exact moment Jade decides that he's no longer in the mood for letting Shinjirou be clingy. Good. Shinjirou doesn't like that pathetic need for closeness.

"Yup." While picking the new shirt up, he's still focused on Jade's hand. Is he hiding the bruises? Why? That doesn't make them magically go away. They both know they're there and that it would hurt like a bitch if Jade decided to dig his fingers into them. Eyebrows creasing once more, he pushes the shirt into Jade's arms. "Here."

Once he has the shirt, he lets go of Shinjirou, slowly enough that it wouldn't seem like he's pushing him away. He pauses to pick up the shirt on the floor, hanging it next to the jacket. It's significantly more crumpled, but Jade doesn't pause to smooth it down.

"Now, stretch out your arms," he requests, focusing on the mirror instead of the wounds that lace Shinjirou's back. Shinjirou is puzzled, he can see, or perhaps troubled. Fair enough; Jade supposes his behaviour was a little odd.

But he's more interested in the contrast between the Shinjirou in the mirror and the Shinjirou in front of him. It's more pronounced than ever before, now that Shinjirou's back is bared: the bruises, days old, had barely faded, creeping up from the waistband of his bands. The lines of the whip are fainter, but still unmistakably present. Jade resists the urge to reach out and touch them, focusing instead on the relatively normal image presented in the mirror - a young man, with tousled hair, the chain and supple leather collar the only signs of his status.

That is the side of Shinjirou he wants to focus on today, not the codependent one, the one that begged for someone to forcibly restrain him and bring him under control.

It won't work out as neatly as that, of course. Such an integral part of Shinjirou can't be divorced from the rest of him. But just for today, Jade thinks they can avoid triggering it; both of them need a rest. Well, he needs one, at least.

But he's been thinking over it for long enough. Once he's gotten Shinjirou's arms through the sleeves, Jade moves to stand in front of him, crouching slightly to avoid blocking Shinjirou's view of the mirror. With only the barest hint of hesitation, he leans forward, pressing a chaste kiss to Shinjirou's collarbone, just before he reaches out to do up the top button.

"Okay." Easy tasks are great. He stretches his arms out and lets Jade work on getting him into the sleeves. The fabric really is soft. That's good, though it probably means it's not going to be cheap. It's a nice fit as far as his arms are concerned. No need to roll up the sleeves, nor do his arms stick out of them too far. It's not that bad for something so formal, he's got to admit.

He's more than mildly surprised when Jade is suddenly in front of him. Blinking, he drops his arms to his sides and then, stupidly, places his hands on Jade's sides. He knows he couldn't really block the door successfully the way Jade does, but he feels freed now with more space to move. He doesn't use this freedom to take a step back. Staying right where he is, fighting down the urge to retaliate and kiss Jade's neck and maybe even suck a mark of his own into the skin -- he's staring, though -- his breath becomes shallow.

A sharp hiss later he's torn his gaze away from Jade's throat. Looking at himself, he realizes that his body is being damn obvious again: Eyes glazed over and his mouth slightly open, he's the very image of a young guy too easily aroused. Thankfully there's other things to look at than himself. Jade's hair runs down his back like a silky veil, a pretty shine to it even in the ugly lighting of a dressing room.

He doesn't have any trouble keeping his balance, but Shinjirou's hands are pleasantly warm where they hold onto him, and he thinks this is preferable to having his arms hang limply at his side. Jade glances up at him, eyes half-hidden by his bangs, his lips twitching up with a smirk as he takes in the growing arousal on Shinjirou's face.

The smirk doesn't completely fade even when he starts kissing at Shinjirou again, slowly moving down his body, buttoning up his shirt as he goes. Despite his original plan, his hands don't always stay on the shirt; more often, they travel along Shinjirou's sides, groping and squeezing, always mindful of the bruises. Once, he pinches lightly at a nipple, rolling it between his fingers before he dips his head to suck at it, the edge of his teeth scraping against it when he withdraws.

But more than anything, this is a chance to indulge his curiosity - to see what other people find so appealing about this, the worship of their partners' bodies.

The smirk is annoying and all he can do to avoid it is look away, which isn't painting him in a better light exactly. Isn't he too old to react like a child caught in the act? And he's certainly had too many people touching him to explain why this here makes him feel shy. He's getting dressed now, his body is getting covered up. There's no good reason he should find it exciting.

Then again, Jade's doing more than just helping him try on a new shirt. Arching into Jade's hands, skin hot, his fingers press into Jade's sides as if to mimic him. He really doesn't understand why Jade's doing what he's doing, at this time. His body is more than happy to welcome the attention without questioning it. Face sinking into Jade's soft hair, he takes a deep breath; gasps when Jade leaves a wet spot on his chest and a teasing drag of teeth on top of it.

This is quickly dipping its toes into dangerous territory. He's leaning forward, trying to shove Jade against the mirror as much as he's trying to keep himself from doing it. Cursing under his breath, right into Jade's ear, his eyelids droop as he observes what their reflections are doing ... it seems unreal, but it's happening. Completely painless, soft arousal prickling under his skin.

There are people chattering loudly outside their little space, the sound of footsteps milling around. Jade's skin prickles, but all of that pales in comparison to Shinjirou's frantic mutterings in his ear.

"Careful now," Jade mutters in return, spreading his knees wider to keep his balance as Shinjirou shoves at him. Then he decides that it doesn't matter.

Slowly, he sinks to one knee, trailing kisses down Shinjirou's stomach, until there's no more exposed skin left. The chain brushes against his cheek, cool against his heated skin. If the door were to open right now, what would they look like? The thought sends adrenaline pumping through him, his pulse spiking almost painfully as he reaches up to do the last few buttons.

"Sorry." His grip lightens for a moment, but seeing Jade lower himself onto the ground doesn't exactly help ... though it does put him more or less out of reach. Shinjirou's hands end up in Jade's hair, combing through them. It's so different from his own mess, where his fingers tend to get caught up in it all the time.

The muscles in his stomach ache with how taut they are as Jade's lips travel down, and then it's done. He's wearing this new shirt. His skin has a light sheet of sweat over it and he hates to think that it's going to be noticeable should they put it back and try on another. He's not going to survive trying on another anyway, he realizes. Sooner than that he's going to come in his pants.

Breath hitching, he glances at the mirror, then down at Jade. "And? You approve?" He clicks his tongue, licking his lips. "I mean, of the thing. Shirt."

He tugs on the hem, straightening the shirt properly. The collar is a little crooked, but fixing it would require him to get back up. He isn't finished here yet.

"I think it looks fine so far." His head is tilted back, eyes lidded. Shinjirou's hands send pleasant tingles running through his scalp, but that's not the most rewarding thing here - observing Shinjirou's growing desperation is.

"But- " Jade's head lowers again. "I'd like to see what it looks like with the pants you picked out."

As he speaks, his lips almost brush against the bulge forming in Shinjirou's pants. This is even less familiar than the gentle exploration of Shinjirou's body; Jade wants to unzip him with his teeth, but he doesn't trust himself not to fumble it and make a fool of himself.

Still, he can't deny that there is a definite thrill in being on one knee, having gotten Shinjirou hard with only gentle kisses and a light scrape of teeth.

Fine's good. Fine means they're probably not going to repeat this with another shirt and he's not going to spontaneously combust. Though that may happen anyway, considering how close Jade is to his crotch and what he's apparently thinking of doing next.

Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he glances at the pants he picked. It seems like that happened hours ago. To get into them, he'll have to get out of the ones he's wearing right now first. And it looks like Jade doesn't trust him to do that on his own either.

Outside, some women are talking loudly about their boyfriends. They're laughing, groaning in exasperation, having a great time, apparently. If they knew what was going on behind that door -- shuddering, he cups the back of Jade's head, rubbing his fingers lightly over the skin. It's better than fidgeting. "Okay."

Once again, Jade thinks about the door falling open, revealing them to the whole store. It should be an unpleasant thought, and it is; he has a reputation to maintain. But the danger also sends a pleasant chill down his spine. His breath comes a little quicker when he unbuttons Shinjirou's pants, slowly dragging the zipper down.

One hand grips at the pants, preventing them from falling to the floor all at once. Inch by inch, he drags them down, feeling the fabric stretch and slide against Shinjirou's rear. But Jade is more focused on the cock in front of him - that is, focused on ignoring it. He lets his breath ghost teasingly against it, but that's all he does. His head ducks down, tilting slightly as his lips press onto Shinjirou's inner thigh, imitating Shinjirou's usual quiet hums in response to the hand stroking through his hair. It's shockingly easy to let go, allowing the sounds to form in his throat and reverberate into the surrounding air.

It's a relief to see and hear Jade's affected by his own teasing. Nowhere near as embarrassing as the too intense, too quick response Shinjirou has to just the ghost of a breath against his bare skin, but with how hard to read Jade is at all times, how he's in control of himself, it's definitely special. Shinjirou wonders if, one day, he'll have learned how to make it happen again. Until then, he tries to memorize this moment. Which isn't too hard; he's entirely focused on Jade and his own body, both the reflections and the real thing.

Making a distressed little noise, he lets his forehead hit the mirror. They're in public, he can't start moaning. He considers biting into his hand, but then he'd have to let go of Jade and he doesn't want to. The kiss tickles and his mouth drops open, mirror fogging up. "Fuck." It's a whisper, though it sounds louder than that in his ears. Staring at Jade down there, legs trembling, he mouthes you're awful. Despite that, he can't stop his hands still. Petting someone that bought him as a slave must be against some or another unwritten rule. He thinks he can get away with it, today, and rolls his thumb over Jade's cheek. It's warm; not burning up like his own, but that's not necessary to make him gasp.

Just in time, he glances up at Shinjirou, catching the mouthed words. His grin widens, and he turns to kiss at the same place on Shinjirou's other thigh. This time, his tongue darts out, licking a tiny line upwards. Slow and unhurried, he nuzzles and kisses at the now wet skin, moving steadily down the length of Shinjirou's leg, pulling his pants lower as he goes.

Soon, the world narrows down to the subtle musculature in front of him, the feel of Shinjirou's hands in his hair, the warmth and softness against his reddened lips. Jade can't keep lifting his head to check on Shinjirou - he has to rely on other cues instead, like the shakiness of his limbs and the little noises he's trying to stifle. In a way, that's even better.

Finally, he comes to a stop mid-calf, sucking a mark there before he draws away. He's on both knees by then, his breath coming a little short when he looks up at Shinjirou again. "Do you think you can handle the rest from here?"

Exhaling slowly, he tries to not let the damp pressure get to him. While it works when it comes to keeping relatively quiet, it can't prevent the bulge in his underwear growing. The texture of Jade's tongue and the air suddenly hitting wet skin when he travels lower are both things he can't ignore just by doing a breathing exercise.

His hands twist in Jade's hair for a second when the teasing stops all of a sudden. He should be happy about that, probably, but now that it's already difficult to move around, the realization that he's supposed to do something is only frustrating.

"Yeah." He doesn't sound too sure of himself, he thinks, awkwardly raising one leg to pull his pants off the rest of the way. Figuring Jade would appreciate it if he did, he hangs them up beside the shirt before grabbing for the new pair. He can't bring himself to pull them up all the way, though.

They're tight -- not too tight, but they fit well enough that he knows it's not going to be comfortable trying to zip them up with the little problem between his legs. Nor will it look good -- just embarrassing again. Glancing at Jade, hands still on the waistband, he swallows around the lump in his throat. "... uh. I think, uhm, that's not going to work?"

He dusts himself off as he rises back to his feet, taking the opportunity to adjust the collar of the shirt and inspect his own reflection. His hair is a little dishevelled, but a quick comb through with his fingers fixes that. The flush on his cheeks is harder to conceal.

He had just finished checking his appearance when Shinjirou asks for help. The problem makes him raise an eyebrow. "Surely you aren't afraid of a little discomfort."

"No." Having Jade's face close up reignites his desire to kiss him. They're close enough, it wouldn't be difficult to sneak his lips onto Jade's slightly reddened cheeks. The silent discussion with himself about whether it's a terrible idea or not keeps him from doing what he's meant to do for a few moments.

He doesn't quite snap out of it completely by the time he remembers and squeezes his straining cock into the confinement of his new pair of pants. They aren't his yet, not that they will ever truly be even if Jade ends up buying them. What if he's going to stain them? That's not something he wants to explain to the shop assistant lady.

Leaning forward, his lips brush the corner of Jade's lips, then his jaw. Hands resting on Jade's sides again, he lets out a shaky breath. "It's fine, right?"

Honestly, he's surprised that Shinjirou had fought down the desire to kiss him for that long. Jade doesn't reward him, though, since he had given in, but neither does he reprimand him.

He glances at the mirror again, then back to Shinjirou, appraising the colour and fit of the clothes. Shinjirou would look good in something tailored, he decides, something that better shows off the long, clean lines of his form and the curve of his ass.

But for now, this will have to do.

"It's fine," Jade confirms. He had known they would be fine all along, or he wouldn't have risked letting them stain. "Let's go find you a proper tie. And perhaps a belt as well."

"I can't go out like this." Face pressed into Jade's neck, he closes the gap between their bodies. He doesn't move after that, though he'd like to, just to have some friction. Not getting scolded makes him bold enough to suck lightly on the soft skin, however. It wouldn't be unexpected to get pushed off, but he hopes quietly that that won't be the case.

"I promise I'll wear a tie and a belt and ... whatever, but don't make me walk around like this."

"Don't leave any marks," Jade warns immediately, but doesn't push him away. Rather, his hand reaches down, cupping around the straining bulge, but doing nothing else.

He smiles, perfectly in control of himself again. When he speaks, though, his voice is cool. "I'm not making you do anything." His voice lowers, until he's speaking into Shinjirou's ear. "But how do you plan to relieve yourself? Are you going to ejaculate all over this mirror and force someone to clean up after you again?"

That he's allowed to stay and nuzzle at Jade's neck is a bit confusing, but he doesn't question it and takes the rare opportunity to press kisses wherever he wants to. He stops for a second when Jade's hand reaches down between his legs, freezing -- then releases a hot breath against Jade's neck.

"No. I. Don't know?" He's not had any time to think it through, too mesmerized by having Jade on his knees in front of him, being gentle and careful. It's unfair that he's supposed to come up with a brilliant idea in this state Jade's put him in, intentionally. The only ideas his mind comes up with seem ridiculous, asking for trouble when there's no need for it. "Maybe I can ... calm down? Shit, I don't know. This is all your fault."

His breath tickles. Jade's whole neck feels over-sensitive, skin prickling from all the attention being lavished onto the area.

"Calming down would be a good start," he agrees, completely ignoring Shinjirou's accusation. Just because it's true doesn't mean Shinjirou doesn't have to deal with the consequences. "Why not change back into your old clothes as well?"

Finally, he pushes Shinjirou away, both hands gripping at his shoulders, steering him around to face the mirror again. "But before that, I'd like you to have another look. You seemed rather distracted last time."

"Uh. Alright." He doesn't quite know what to make of Jade's behavior. First he's allowed to indulge and then, suddenly, he's forced to do something he really would rather not do: look at himself in the mirror.

It's a uniform. Jade obviously likes this style, but to Shinjirou, it just looks like his head's been slapped onto a random man's body. Cringing, both at his obvious boner and the unfamiliar picture of himself that he can hardly accept as his reflection, he glances away soon. Shifting, hands dropping to try and force his cock down, he snorts. "It's fine." Jade said so; what he personally thinks, which is that this isn't him, won't get him anywhere.