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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.

His grip on Shinjirou's shoulders prevent him from going anywhere. With one hand, Jade combs through the ends of Shinjirou's shaggy hair, pulling it into a loose ponytail to see how he looks. He lets go after a second, but keeps his hands on his shoulders.

Shinjirou is doing a poor job of pretending he's fine with his choice, but Jade doesn't chastise it for him today. "Is there anything else you'd like to have?"

Despite keeping his gaze fixed on the wall, he can see out of the corner of his eyes what he looks like when Jade pulls his hair back. It's even worse. So ... proper. He sighs quietly when Jade lets go again.

"Anything that isn't," he starts, then cuts himself off. Isn't like this is what he wanted to say, but strategically speaking, seems like a bad idea. He swallows once, then seeks out Jade's reflection. "I mean, this is kind of thin? Something warmer maybe? I don't like being cold all that much, you know." And he does get cold relatively quickly, a side-effect of the suppressants he's been taking. A sweater wouldn't just be more comfortable, but also practical.

Shinjirou probably isn't lying; as Jade recalls, he put on his coat when he left even though the weather was relatively mild. Besides, he does look better with something else on top of the shirt.

"We can look for something after this." He tucks his hands into his pockets, freeing Shinjirou in the process. It's a clear sign for him to start changing.

It's a relief to pull the zipper down and escape the tight space, at least for a while. He gets undressed completely first, trying to talk himself out of being aroused and more into being happy that he's probably going to get a sweater or something similar after all. After putting his new clothes away, his cock is only half hard. That's an improvement.

He slips into the shirt first, noticing the difference. Frowning, he buttons up and rolls up the sleeves. It's not by much, but they are a bit too long. Same with the pants. Now that he's tried on something his size, he has to silently admit that clothes that actually fit him do look better on him. Grumbling without any explanation as to why, he deflates, cock following suit.

"Tch. I guess you win this time." He doesn't care to say what he's talking about before he turns around, cheeks red for another kind of embarrassment.

Really, he should always win when he's going against Shinjirou, but Jade can be a gracious victor. He smiles serenely as he unlocks the door for them.

Nobody gives them a second glance when they step out. They had barely walked two steps when someone pushes past them, an armful of clothes in tow, heading into the dressing room they had just exited. A shop assistant asks if they need anything. When Jade shakes his head no, she turns to deal with another customer.

There are no other interruptions as Jade leads them to the section for outerwear, passing the aisles with jackets and heading to one mainly filled with sweaters. "Would you like a sweater vest? You could wear a jacket over it."

All the other people don't seem to notice anything weird. Shinjirou, on the other hand, keeps his head down and his arms crossed, focused solely on the floor. They may not know what just happened behind closed doors, but he does and that's enough to make him feel awkward. It could have easily been worse, though that doesn't cheer him up much.

Staying close to Jade, sometimes brushing his arm as if to check if he's still there, he follows him blindly into a different area of the shop. He only raises his head to look around when Jade stops and speaks up.

"Er, no. Those are for old guys." It's not the real reason why he doesn't want one: Sweater vests are Aki's style. He doesn't want to be reminded of him every time he gets dressed. Hell, they're out shopping at this time so he can be avoided. Nibbling on his bottom lip, Shinjirou walks over to a selection of loose sweaters, distancing himself physically from the vests.

"I'm sure we can find something suitably youthful." He rummages around the rack. Luckily, bright red is an easy colour to spot. It's not the same as the one he saw on Akihiko Sanada, but he isn't after accuracy here. "How does this look? You like red, don't you? Though I suppose your coat is more of a maroon colour..."

His eyes widen at the sight, the color burning into his skull. Arguing that he doesn't like red is already out of the question, thanks to Jade's observation. Tongue dry and a cool shiver running down his spine followed by a spike of heat, he shakes his head.

He clears his throat, taking another step back and farther away from both Jade and the sweater vests. "Still looks like grandpa wear to me." Jade just picked it because he figured that if Shinjirou likes red, then red would make it easier to convince him. That's it, just a coincidence. Not one that makes him happy.

Shinjirou's reaction is filed away into his mind, tucked into the growing library of information he has on Shinjirou. It's probably safe to conclude that Shinjirou is close to Akihiko Sanada, although the two may be estranged; if they weren't, surely Shinjirou would be concerned about the possibility of someone searching for him, and so far he hasn't mentioned anything about that.

Having gotten what he wanted, Jade doesn't push the point any further. "Oh well." He shrugs slightly, putting the vest back on the rack. "It would have clashed with your pants anyway."

Shoulders sagging, he sighs and looks around, finding a turtleneck that is not quite the same color as his new pants nor the shirt -- darker than that -- but definitely closer than the traffic-lights red of the vest Jade chose. "I, uh, maybe this kind of thing?" He flattens it against his chest, though he has little hope that Jade will approve of it.

After all, he wanted to make him wear a tie and that wouldn't be visible beneath something that hides his neck. Then again, it would also easily hide the collar and chain. That must be a plus.

He pauses, as if thinking it over, then shakes his head slowly.

"Why ask when you know I'll refuse?" He looks subtly disappointed, his lips drawn down into a little frown.

"Because you can't hit me for it in public?" It's meant to be a joke, but he bites his tongue immediately afterwards. Once it's out, it doesn't sound very funny anymore. He puts the turtleneck away and walks over to examine the sweater vests instead.

There's one in black that's incredibly soft to the touch, made from thick fabric that's more commonly worn during winter when lakes freeze over. He slips into it quickly, showing it off to Jade. "There you go."

He raises an eyebrow at the "joke", but Shinjirou seems to realize on his own that it was rather inappropriate - especially in public. Jade lets it slide, though he has to wonder if that's what Shinjirou really thinks about him.

It's unlikely, he decides. He likes to think Shinjirou respects him more than he fears him - though he has to admit the reverse is a possibility too. Still, it doesn't corroborate with Shinjirou's attitude.

He raises an eyebrow again when he sees Shinjirou's choice. Touching the fabric - on an innocuous place this time, his shoulder - confirms that it's as thick as it looks. "You really dislike the cold, don't you?"

"Huh? Who doesn't?" It seems like he's averted a fully negative reaction successfully -- at the cost of wearing something that constricts him with memories of someone that he grew up with. He doesn't know if that was worth it.

Shrugging, he decides that acting suspicious is one thing, but perhaps being able to distract Jade with honesty will work just fine. He waits until the shop assistant and a rather loud lady joined by her exasperated husband have left the area. "I did drugs," he quietly admits.

And he'll have to figure out a way to get another pack once the desired effects wear off, but Jade doesn't need to know about that little detail. Rubbing his arms, he looks up at Jade. "I'm not a junkie, tho. Sorry, should have said something sooner. Right?"

He can't say it's too much of a surprise, but it's a disappointment nonetheless.

It's also suspicious how Shinjirou is seemingly bringing it up out of nowhere, but Jade already knows what he's trying to hide. At least, he's fairly certain he does; getting overconfident would be a mistake. The more he learns about Shinjirou, the more he can't shake off the feeling that there's something more to him. Surely an ordinary person wouldn't put themselves through the things he did, even if they were desperate to learn control.

"I see," he says neutrally. "You should have, but that's in the past now. I'm more interested in what you took. It won't cause any problems, will it?"

"Nope." Shaking his head, he tugs on the vest, trying to arrange it in a way that doesn't feel like he's put on an Aki costume. Eventually he returns to his crossed arms stance. "It's not addictive nor hallucinogenic."

Which might raise the question as to why someone would take drugs anyway, he figures and stumbles trying to come up with a good reason. "It was more of a tranquilizer." Close enough to the truth while still obscuring the grand scheme of things. "But yeah, as long as you're not putting me in the freezer, shouldn't cause problems."