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His hands still when Shinjirou grip closes around them, but Jade doesn't protest. Neither does he deny that he knows exactly what is bothering Shinjirou.

"Now?" He asks instead. "We'll have lunch after this. Can you hold on until then?"

"... yeah, I think so." He's the opposite of hungry. His stomach is filled with worries heavy as a boulder, but he knows it's important to eat and if it means getting the chance to sit down, then there's that too.

He drops his hands slowly. It's difficult to stand the way Jade wants him to when he'd rather dash and hide from the attention. Staring at Jade, though his eyes are unfocused, surprisingly helps. Even if Jade knows things Shinjirou would have rather kept away from him, he still doesn't want to disappoint him.

"What about that tie now?"

"Let me take care of it." He doesn't meet Shinjirou's stare, wary of putting too much pressure on him. Shinjirou is doing well so far; his body feels stiff, small tremors running through his muscles, but he's standing straight and that's what matters the most.

Jade works faster than he had in the changing room. They're no longer alone in the aisle now; Jade can feel curious eyes watching them, and he acts accordingly, quick and deft as he does up the tie. But his touches are far from innocent. His hands brush along Shinjirou's neck, his chest, and when he pulls the length of tie taut against Shinjirou's neck, it's with a very deliberate intent.

When he finishes, he pulls the tie up tighter than it needs to be.

He can feel the eyes of the other customers on him, but tries to ignore the growing unease. His skin prickles below the fabric, cold sweat breaking out mere seconds before Jade continues his work. And then his body heats up as if on cue.

Taking a sharp breath, he cups one hand with the other, fidgeting. The sudden tightness drags a surprised sound of discomfort from his lips. He could loosen the tie; he doesn't. The pain is good. It grounds him, it distracts him. "Do you like it?" He's not sure if he's asking about the tie anymore; when he quietly adds, "I think I do," he's talking about the sensations, not the look.

He's not even glanced at the tie, after all.

Jade smooths the shirt collar over the tie.

"Then let's keep it." He's not exactly talking about the tie either. They'll have to be careful, of course, but Jade doesn't see the harm in keeping it this way for now. It's a good look for Shinjirou anyway. He looks very proper, his warm cheeks the only sign that there's something going on below the surface.

After adjusting the tie one last time to center it properly, Jade lets go. "Did you pick out a belt yet?"

He nods, jaw brushing over Jade's hands. Perhaps he'll get used to this look eventually, if he manages to find elements to it that override the feeling of wearing a ridiculous costume. The tie sending painful pressure through his neck each time he inhales is a good start.

Blindly he reaches for a simple black belt. Letting it run through both of his hands, his mind paints a picture of red streaks across his back. It's better to think about than fearing Aki may learn about his secrets, though his chest feels uncomfortably tight. He holds the belt up higher for Jade to take a closer look.

"This one?"

A quick check for defects, then he nods. Shinjirou has a look on his face, one that Jade is starting to associate with him trying to tune out. He'll have to train it out of him.

Not today, though.

"I think that's everything we need. Unless you'd like to have more?" He does his best to sound inviting, although he doubts Shinjirou will take him up on his offer.

"No." Jade has already said no to the turtleneck shirt. Anything Shinjirou's interested in will meet Jade's disapproval anyway. He's not in the mood to find out if there's an exception. On another day, maybe. "Thank you."

A woman sneaks past him, smiling coyly, their shoulders touching. He immediately takes a step forward to make room for her and get away from her at the same time. Telepathy may not be a thing that exists, but he doesn't want to risk traumatizing anyone with his thoughts. "Let's leave."

Shinjirou is being rather jumpy. Guilty, almost. Jade has to wonder what's going through his mind, and if it's something he needs to worry about. He would really prefer to avoid any public breakdowns.

"As you wish." He sets the belt on top of the clothes already draped over his arm, but leaves the tie around Shinjirou's neck.

It doesn't take very long to pay for everything - the cashier was kind enough to ring up the tie without needing Shinjirou to take it off - but the time they had spent in the changing room means they are slightly behind Jade's internal schedule. No matter; technically speaking, he has the whole day free.

Once again, Jade carries the purchases for Shinjirou. "If you don't have any preferences, there's a nice curry place here."

It's weird to have Jade carry everything for him. Considering that Jade had threatened to hold his hand, he prefers being weirded out over being treated like a small child in public.

He stays closer than before, avoiding all the other people. There are more than when they had first arrived and that's both good and bad. Good because it's easier to drown in the masses, and bad because there's a higher chance of meeting someone he knows.

"Curry sounds good." Shinjirou's not a picky eater, just a picky cook.

Aside from asking what Shinjirou wants to have, Jade is quiet through most of the meal. He spends some time observing Shinjirou, but mostly, he thinks about what will be happening in the future. Jade controls his expression carefully, all alertness and pleasant smiles even when he tries to picture Shinjirou in different types of restraints, his pristine uniform hanging half-torn from his body and gagged with his own tie.

After the meal, he leads the way back to the car, loading their purchases into the back. It isn't long before they're on their way - only, if Shinjirou is paying attention, it quickly becomes apparent that they're not going back the way they came.

Consumed by worries, the food doesn't taste all that great. He could be putting paper into his mouth and it wouldn't make a difference. Chewing and swallowing silently, staring at his plate the entire time, he falls into a dangerous trap of his mind. His surroundings appear foggy and unreal, all the noise around him blending out of his consciousness.

This is also why he doesn't notice right away that they're not heading home. Only after a while, when he can't recognize the area out of the corners of his eyes, does he wake from his state of dissociation and frowns. "Uh, where are we going?"

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Jade glances at him out of the corner of his eye, clearly amused. "You'll see in a minute."

Shinjirou must have been truly distracted to have taken so long to realize that they're headed elsewhere. It's just more ammunition to use against him - he must be very desperate to hide something if the mere mention of his school is enough to send him into this state.

"Huh. Fine." Crossing his arms, he drops his head against the window and watches the buildings roll by. It doesn't matter where they're going. He can't demand that Jade drives back home -- well, he could, but Jade wouldn't do it. Better save his energy for something more productive than arguing.

The stress of the past hours taking its toll on him, he yawns and toys with the end of the tie, flapping the fabric back and forth. Almost meditative in its repetition, he ignores the road ahead again. "You didn't say anything about going somewhere else after lunch." Which doesn't necessarily mean that Jade didn't plan this, but what if it was a spontaneous decision that Shinjirou triggered somehow?

In that case, he's positive that their destination won't be a fun place at all. Not for him, anyway.

"It must have slipped my mind." He's slowing down slightly, checking the street signs as they speed past. From what he remembers, it shouldn't be long until they arrive - a minute at the most. "I hope I haven't inconvenienced you too badly."

Sure enough, their destination is just up ahead - a nondescript building with no signage at the front, and no windows either. It almost looks abandoned. Jade parks a street away and leads the way over, as relaxed as always when he pushes the door open. It swings back with barely a sound, revealing a plushly carpeted floor and a short hallway, decorated with paintings of vague, half-formed shapes.

Jade doesn't give Shinjirou any time to look around; he walks down the hallway briskly, turning the corner and opening another door. Their reason for coming reveals itself: they're in a sex shop.

Rolling his eyes, he sits up straight when he notices that they're about to arrive. The area doesn't look all that inviting. More like something he'd have exchanged money, or his body, for Strega's suppressants. He raises an eyebrow at the building, but otherwise he's quiet.

Whatever kind of weird thing he's been dragged to, it's better than Jade driving up to a place from Shinjirou's past. He relaxes visibly, shoulders slouching as he enters with Jade, though he does let his gaze wander in curiousity. The art's a bit strange. Otherwise there's nothing that looks all that interesting; he can't find any dangerous telltale signs that he's going to be in trouble. It might have something to do with Jade speeding through the corridor, though. And then the final door opens before him.

He blinks at the unexpected sight. Toys, clothes, candles, movies. There's everything you'd expect from a sex shop, not that he's ever been to one. He glances at Jade, narrowing his eyes. "Hah. Do I get to pick now, too?" He tries his best to sound like he's still agitated. In a way, he is -- but this is much less terrible than it could have been.

Despite the usual smile that plays across Jade's face, his eyes are sharp when he looks at Shinjirou. Shinjirou may sound ruffled now, but Jade hadn't failed to notice the way Shinjirou had relaxed as soon as they had entered the building. Jade has to wonder why - does Shinjirou still expect him to do him harm?

Well, admittedly, he wouldn't be wrong.

"It's why I brought you here." This time, he stands still, hands tucked into his pockets, waiting for Shinjirou to start exploring.

There's a lot he's curious about, yet at first he hesitates, not even taking another step forward. Then he reminds himself of the hard facts: Jade may own him and Jade may have made him do things that are considered unacceptable, but especially when it comes to sex, Shinjirou trusts him. Not with his past, not with his friends, but with his body, entirely.

Realizing that, he wanders into the shop, letting his eyes travel here and there, hands reaching out to touch -- leather, latex, glass, wood, plastic. It's surprising how many different materials and with that, how many different textures his fingertips brush over. "I guess you already have some of this kind of stuff at home?"

When his gaze passes over a whip, he turns away, cheeks reddening. He isn't even sure if his pleasure in that situation had been sexual. Instead of pondering his mind's crooked state, he picks up a chain of colorful balls. They're smooth to the touch. He licks his lips, imagining where they're supposed to go. "Most guys I've been with weren't too big on toys."

"Only the basics." Jade easily falls into step beside him, looking but rarely touching. Most of the things he's seen before, and anyway, Shinjirou is going to be the one using the toys. His own preferences don't really matter.

He stops when Shinjirou does, pretending not to see the whip. There's no need to get a new one - he's barely mastered the one he has right now, and he's hoping that it won't be the sort of thing they do often.

"Interesting," he responds, watching the redness of Shinjirou's tongue as it darts out to wet his lips. "I'm quite fond of toys myself." Using them on other people, that is, though he doesn't see the need to elaborate. When it comes to himself, Jade prefers taking care of his needs as quickly and simply as possible. "But they need to be cleaned quite thoroughly after use; perhaps they simply didn't want to expend that kind of effort on you."

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"They definitely didn't." He puts the balls back, wandering over to an array of plugs in sizes that range from how does it even stay inside to how do you even get it inside. Picking up one of the medium-sized plugs, he turns towards Jade. "They don't want to play, they want to fuck."

He's never had any delusions about the guys that express any interest in him. They see him and what they see is someone that won't tell anyone that they like fucking teenagers, someone that no one will miss. The latter isn't really true, but he knows that's what they think. And it's okay, he can't blame them.

"I'll have to clean them myself, so you're not really that much different." Shrugging, he puts the plug back as well. After cupping it's girth in his hands, he thinks he'd prefer something larger. Thankfully, he doubts Jade can read his mind that well. "What are the basics? I know girls like vibrators, but ... uh, I'm not a girl."

"Dildos, plugs, cockrings." He lists them out without a hint of self-consciousness. "Vibrators too. They're for men as well, you know."

I can show you later, goes unsaid, but it's implied. Jade reaches out to pick up a another plug, large and lightly ribbed. "They're all rather plain, I'm afraid. I wasn't sure how much experience my slave would have. If I had known it would be you..."

He returns the plug to its place, picking up an even larger one.

"Yeah?" He glances at a stack of vibrators in their original packaging. All of them show O-faced women. Still, he's sort of curious what it would feel like. Fortunately, it seems like he's going to find out sooner or later. "If you say so."

He watches in silence as Jade inspects the plugs. The first one looks interesting, though he isn't sure if he'd be able to feel the texture all that much inside. Then Jade continues to speak and takes up a plug that would definitely require a good amount of lube to get in.

The urge to stick his tongue out is hard to resist. He raises his chin and covers the plug Jade has picked up with both hands. It isn't hard to figure out what Jade's implying here. Shinjirou tries something he otherwise hardly does: take a breath and not let himself be teased into aggression. "If it's too big I'll be too loose, huh." On the other hand, as preparation in case he'll have to take two cocks at once, it could come in handy.

"It's your choice." He puts it back once he's done examining it. Mostly, he just enjoys the thought of seeing Shinjirou struggle to fit something so big into himself. Whether or not he'll be too loose afterwards hadn't entered Jade's thoughts, though now that it's on his mind, he can see the potential for mischief. "There's no need to worry about what I think."

Which, as always, isn't entirely true. But Shinjirou has more freedom here than in choosing clothes, at least.

"I really doubt that." And yet he's not worried. Proper attire is annoying, scratchy and embarrassing -- all of the toys seem tame in comparison to walking around wearing something that feels unnatural. Which doesn't mean the tips of his ears aren't heating up when he voices his opinion: "... I want something big."

Jade has seen him do worse than admit to that, but his heartbeat still speeds up. "Something I have to work up to." He can't be honest about his past, nor the things Jade wouldn't even believe, but he can at least be honest about this.

Getting Shinjirou to open up is an important step, but Jade is as nonchalant as ever when he nods thoughtfully. "Alright. Then let's find something suitable."

This time, he immediately reaches for the biggest one they have on display. It's smooth and sturdy in his hands, and he has to wonder if they can get it into Shinjirou and keep it inside him for any length of time. "This one, perhaps? We can get something a little smaller as well, if you're planning to work up to it."