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Leaning in closer, Jade kisses him, brief and almost chaste except for the way he swipes his tongue along Shinjirou's bottom lip. He's so easy to handle like this, enough so that Jade has to remind himself to take things slow, keeping his touches gentle even as Shinjirou's body moulds against his own.

"Can you?" He asks, choosing not to answer the question properly. "You won't be able to rely on alcohol as a crutch tomorrow."

It's difficult, Jade knows, to consciously let down barriers that had been built and maintained for years. Acting like they're down is one thing, but he doubts Shinjirou is talented enough to pull that off yet.

Without hesitation he kisses back, however brief the kiss is. His mouth opens and he nudges forward to keep their lips close. Wanting to be yet closer, he slings one leg over Jade's thighs. He knows he's too easy like this, he knows the seller had been right to call him a slut; not only easy to fuck, but also easy to kidnap.

At least the latter won't happen again.

"Why not?" It'd make everything so much easier and he'd simply drink enough not to remember anything afterwards. Even intoxicated as he is at the moment, he realizes that is probably exactly the opposite of what Jade wants. What was it -- working on his discipline. Alcohol is definitely not good for someone's discipline. "He won't like me when I'm sober. But I won't kick or bite him, I promise."

He holds himself steady. It's easy to coax Shinjirou into his lap, but harder to keep his balance with Shinjirou's weight bearing down on him. He's not about to let himself be pushed down - that would defeat the purpose of this little exercise.

"You know perfectly well why not." He runs his hands down Shinjirou's bare back, squeezing and kneading at the warm flesh. "You're not going to learn any control that way. Besides, giving you to him drunk implies we think him too repulsive to handle sober."

Appearances are important, as Jade had learnt in the years after he became entangled in politics.

One hand falls to stroke along Shinjirou's thigh, pressing down lightly whenever he finds a bruise. "Not kicking or biting would be a good start. I'd like you to keep quiet as well."

His lips pursing against Jade's, he ducks his head, letting his body curve along the route Jade's hands take. It shouldn't come so naturally to him, not even while drunk, but he's following every tug and every nudge, moaning at the eventual caresses it earns him.

"Quiet as in not saying anything?" This is something he considers difficult in any state, sober, drunk, drugged. Only sleeping is the obvious exception. "Not making any noise at all?"

The pressure on his assorted bruises makes his legs twitch. Some are older and barely hurt anymore. Others are fresh, from being dragged around against his will, kicking and screaming insults at the top of his lungs. However, he doesn't attempt to pull away. The pain is always quick and sharp, spiraling up his spine straight into his head -- and then into his cock, hard enough to lie almost flat against his own stomach.

He's willing to endure now, though, and more than that. It's like overriding the information. Unpleasant pain exchanged for ... for whatever this is.

"I think I'll fail tomorrow."

Immediately, he stills, hands coming to a stop. He barely breathes as he leans back slightly, putting some distance between their bodies. His eyes are cold and hard.

Flatly: "You're giving up already."

"What?" Frowning, he sits back, putting more of his weight onto Jade's thighs. Why should he even want to try being good, why should it matter to him whether he'll be a good little sex toy or not? Because in the end that's all that's required of him.

And there his frown deepens. Jade isn't asking for much at all. Isn't the question he should rather ask himself why he thinks he can't even succeed in being quiet and welcoming for a few hours. "No. I'm not."

"Hmm." He allows Shinjirou to see his skepticism. But his hands start moving again, straying closer to Shinjirou's cock, even as he continued to keep their upper bodies apart.

"Then, for your information, you're free to make noises. I'd simply prefer it if you don't speak." It's easier that way. He doesn't trust Shinjirou to mind his tongue, so forbidding him from speaking at all would be a more straightforward approach to the problem.

He cups Shinjirou's balls, feeling their weight, then moves his hand up to press his thumb against the base of his cock. It's hot, much hotter than the rest of Shinjirou's body, and completely hard. His other hand continues to rest on Shinjirou's thigh, idly tracing nonsense patterns on top of some of the darker bruises.

"So why did you think you would fail?"

"Okay. I won't." Not so secretly, he thinks that he'll at least once fuck it up. Even if it's accidentally saying hello to Jade's guest or something just as innocuous, he's not going to be perfect. But he keeps these worries to himself. He doesn't want to fuck up, it's simply something that happens all the time.

Raising his hips and taking his weight off Jade's legs, he gently drops his head forward to rest against Jade's. "I can't control myself when I'm angry. Uh. Or scared." And then people get hurt. Killed, in the worst case scenario. Perhaps he shouldn't be telling Jade any of this. It's too personal, too intimate, and even drunk as he is the honesty makes his skin crawl. The goosebumps are proof of his discomfort.

"I want to change that." He's not a killer; he doesn't want to hurt people at all. "I don't know how."

Jade closes his eyes, letting out a thoughtful noise. Although he keeps his expression neutral, his pulse spikes, pounding rapidly with excitement - he had never expected Shinjirou to be so open with him so soon. It explains a lot about his behaviour, and already Jade is wondering how best to use it against him.

"It all comes down to a matter of control." He wraps his hand firmly against Shinjirou's cock. His skin is velvety smooth to the touch, especially when compared against his hand, with calluses formed from a lifetime of writing and wielding weapons. "Either control your emotions, or your reactions."

He doesn't have the faintest idea how emotions would be controlled - he can't remember ever having felt anger or fear for more than a fleeting moment. It's unnatural, he knows, but that's simply how he is.

Which left controlling reactions. That, he had some experience with.

"I may be able to assist you. But you'll have to trust me." He is not blind to what he's doing - Jade is no altruist, acting out of the goodness of his heart. No, he's simply doing this to gain better control over Shinjirou.

But if it benefits them both, then what's the harm?

Shinjirou doesn't quite understand what is going on that has made Jade willing to close his eyes, despite having just been told that an uncontrollable force is sitting in his lap. Jade seems to trust either himself to be stronger, or Shinjirou not to start an attack.

While Shinjirou does move, his attack is very light. He kisses his way down to Jade's throat, one hand on Jade's shoulder for support, the other fisted in the backrest of the couch. His hips want to thrust into Jade's hand, a warm hollow that feels far too good for being just a palm. This, Shinjirou decides for himself, is his own first test. Staying still should be easy enough.

"How -- can you teach me?" Jade isn't someone who should be trusted, he thinks, but then neither is he. It evens out, in his opinion. If being used by someone turns out to be useful for himself, he can deal with it. Hopefully. "Will you?"

With his eyes closed, the only warning he gets is the shift of air caused by Shinjirou moving closer, his hair tickling at Jade's cheek as he is kissed. He sits perfectly still, accepting the gesture but not reacting to it.

"I will." Those words sound too much like a promise for his comfort. He knows all about the value of good teachers - enough to know that he'll never be a one. But he puts the thought out of his mind.

"In fact, you could say I'm already teaching you." Now that he's sure Shinjirou won't start thrusting into his hand, he tightens his grip, giving his cock a little squeeze, then begins to drag his fist up with tantalizing slowness. The friction feels good against his hand, even without lubricant, all heat and tightness. He can only imagine what it feels like to Shinjirou.

"Huh? Can you teach someone who's drunk?" It seems like something that's bound to fail, especially with him. On the other hand, he wouldn't have exchanged more than one or two meaningful words with Jade without the sake. For a first lesson, it might not be so bad.

He doesn't expect to be allowed cheating during the next lesson and drinking, to him, is just that.

Biting into his bottom lip keeps the desperate fuck from spilling out and his knuckles turn white where he holds onto the couch. As slowly as Jade's hand moves, he can feel every change in texture. Some spots on Jade's palm are soft, others rough and press into his tender skin.

Being teased like this makes it nearly impossible to both keep quiet and still. He doesn't really manage either, body trembling as if he were freezing to death, and odd, strangled noises breaking out of his throat.

Jade lets out a low chuckle. "I suppose we'll see."

Once he reaches the top, he lets go, only to start from the base of his cock again, just as tortuously slow as before. At the same time, he places the fingers of his free hand into his mouth, wetting them with quick swipes of his tongue. He wastes no time in bringing those fingers down again, this time to tease at the edge of Shinjirou's hole.

"You're doing a good job so far," he murmurs approvingly. Jade allows his head to rest at the crook of Shinjirou's neck, all the better to hear the frantic beat of his pulse and feel the way he's shivering violently. His reactivity is...arousing, and Jade has to resist the urge to free his quickly hardening cock from the confines of his pants. He has to set an example here.

The affirmation gives him the strength he needs to go on. It's been difficult from the get-go and Jade's obviously not going to make it any easier for him. Eyes darting back and forth between the hand on his cock and Jade's glistening fingers, he tries to mentally prepare himself for a a second source of stimulation.

It's by sheer luck that the curse he's about to mutter under his breath gets caught in his throat and instead an odd sort of hiccup comes out. Pushing back against Jade's fingers that tickle him so nicely, or thrusting into Jade's firm grip, would instantly bring relief. He mustn't do either and somehow, draining himself in the process, he manages to hover (more or less) quietly over Jade's lap.

The shivering won't stop, alas. And his cock doesn't seem to care either, pre-cum leaking, a drop of it running down as Jade's hand moves up again. It smears in-between their skin and the sensation makes him jump, once.

"Sorry. Won't -- won't happen again."

"It's alright. Quiet now." Gripping Shinjirou's cock more tightly, the movement of his hand stops in favour of thumbing at the slit, rubbing back and forth in slow circles. He smiles as he brushes against the precome beading from the tip. It feels like there's so much of it that, if Shinjirou was clothed, there would be a damp spot forming on his trousers.

"I've only touched you a few times, and you're already this wet." The fingers of his other hand are moving in slow circles too, still teasing at Shinjirou's hole, exerting the lightest possible pressure. "Are you this easy for everyone?"

He shuts his mouth immediately, pressing his lips together. It's what he's supposed to do, isn't it: being obedient without questioning the order. His gaze drops down, watching Jade's thumb slide over the head of his cock, still spilling. A pulsation in his groin, his toes curling, a heat builds up in his body that is close to uncomfortable. At least he doesn't have to see his hole twitch against Jade's fingertips. Feeling it happen is bad enough.

"No. It's--" Hard to admit and thankfully his entire body is already flushed, possibly hiding the reddening of his cheeks. He takes his hand off Jade's shoulder and taps his fingers against the collar tight around his neck. "It's this. The situation."

Not being allowed certain things -- some of which he's yet to figure out -- trying to hold still, the teasing. And then the collar around his neck, the chain running down his chest. It's exciting. He should hate every bit of it, shouldn't he? He can't. Other wrong things he's done with other guys before don't even come close to this.

Despite his cautious nature and his attempts to keep his tenuous grip on morality, Shinjirou's words nevertheless send a thrill running through him. He had never dreamt of holding so much power over someone - never wanted it, in fact - but now that he has Shinjirou so beautifully obedient on his lap, Jade can't deny that he finds the situation exhilarating. Stimulating.

Dipping his head, he runs his tongue along Shinjirou's fingers, along the edge of the collar and against his neck. "A pity," he breathes into Shinjirou's ear, trying to keep his voice steady. "I was having such fun imagining you lose yourself to other men."

After one last press of his thumb right against the slit, he wraps his hand around Shinjirou's length again and begins to jerk him off, faster this time. It takes some concentration to continue moving the fingers of his other hand in circling motions at the same time. Which is good; it distracts him from his aching arousal. He'll take care of it later, by himself. Right now is Shinjirou's time.

It's by sheer force of will, which he's beginning to run out of, that he doesn't pull his hand away. Jade's tongue tickles him in both the worst and the best way, sending a cool shiver down his spine. "I'm sorry?" Gasping, he fails to stop his babbling. "They don't, ah, fool around. They get sucked off, fuck me and leave. Or, or I leave. Mostly I leave."

The most he's gotten out of other guys that is comparable to this is his hair being pulled on in the throes of passion and he likes that, too, but it's not half as intoxicating as being steered into whatever direction another man wants. He's not sure he'll be able to walk after this. His legs are weak from holding up his body, shaking too much, and now he's also trying not to spurt onto Jade's clothes which requires more restraint than he's capable of. His muscles visibly contract; he wishes he knew what to do, but all he can see is himself spreading his legs for a shadowy figure and Jade watching over them.

"You'll watch, tomorrow?" His voice is weak and raw when he breathes against Jade's cheek. "Please."

With arousal pooling hot and thick through his body, he only just manages to resist palming at himself as he listens to Shinjirou talk about how he lets himself be used. He wants to fuck him, just like one of those men, use his mouth or his ass, it didn't matter which as long as he could feel that tight heat sliding against his cock. Almost, almost, he gives into the urge to push Shinjirou down and rut against him until one or both of them come.

He inhales sharply, trying to will away the stutter in his breath. "Since you asked so nicely..." Precome is still beading from the head of Shinjirou's cock, trickling down the shaft, and each movement of Jade's hand leaves behind sticky trails. He has to take another deep breath before he feels steady enough to continue speaking. "I'll consider it."

Shinjirou must be getting close now, and Jade gives his cock one more tug, to bring him even closer to the edge. Then, without warning, he stops.

Both his hands go to rest around Shinjirou's hips, and he smiles, confident and steady once more now that the immediacy of the situation is gone. "I think that's enough for tonight."

Were he sober, he might have been able to see through his own lust clouding his mind and catch on to Jade being in a not so different position after all. But he's not only drunk, he's high on the sensations, on the meaning behind each of Jade's words, each touch. His cock is slathered with precome, spreading on the hot skin with every stroke.

"Yes, please. Please consider it." He's right on the edge, lower abdomen tightening in a spasm and he fears he will lose it right there -- and then the warm, firm grip is gone.

No, he's not one to whine, normally. Yet normally he's allowed to get off. And so a low whine does spill out, his mouth quickly pressed into Jade's throat to stifle himself. "No." His yearning is a thick layer on his otherwise breathless voice. He leans back to look at Jade, who seems a bit blurry. "Why?"

The sight of wetness prickling at the corners of Shinjirou's eyes only widens Jade's smile. This is just as thrilling as the actual act of intercourse itself, a heady rush of power that warms him as if he had downed a whole cup of sake in one go. He reaches up to toy with the place where the chain joins Shinjirou's collar, careful not to brush against him. Even without direct contact, he can feel heat radiating from Shinjirou's flushed skin.

"You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow." His voice is still a bit breathy, but Jade isn't too concerned. It's not like Shinjirou is in any state to notice, desperate as he is. "You'll need your rest."

He pushes at his shoulders lightly. "Get up and come with me. I have a futon set up for you in my bedroom."

Dumbfounded and in no state to argue, he slides off Jade's lap and awkwardly gets on his feet. Looking down at himself, he can see his cock stand straight, leaking even now that it's being ignored. He doesn't understand.

"I can't sleep like this."

Without a doubt he knows that Jade won't want him to touch himself. No, he needs to learn some discipline and keep his hands off his aching cock. His fingers flex and he cups himself without skin touching skin, merely giving an idea of what it'd be like ... just one, two pulls and he could come, he's certain.

He's unsteady on the way to the bedroom, waiting at the door for Jade to let him in; it's less a sign of being obedient and more that he needs to catch his breath.

"Why not?" Although he masks it well, there's still a certain stiffness in the way Jade gets up and leads the way into the bedroom. His cock is no less hard than Shinjirou's, after all, even if he isn't quite as desperate to come.

The futon is laid out neatly on the ground right next to Jade's own bed. It's nothing fancy, but it's comfortable enough, with a light quilt to ward off the chill. "Lie down," Jade says, knowing the fabric will feel temptingly good against Shinjirou's bare skin. But what is the point of a challenge if it's too easy?

A futon is better than what he usually sleeps on; a bench if he's lucky. He finds it impossible to rejoice over his new bed, though. Dropping onto the futon, he gives Jade one last confused look before lying down on his side, pulling his knees up to his chest as he tucks himself in.

"Is this your way of making sure I won't try to escape?" The blanket rustles when he moves. He can't find a position that is at the same time comfortable and not tantalizing. It doesn't help that his thighs have already become sticky as well as part of the fabric and his stomach. "I won't, so ... please let me finish."

"There are better ways of ensuring you stay here." He drops to one knee, smoothing a hand through Shinjirou's dishevelled hair in a gesture that would be affectionate, if it came from anybody else. From Jade, it's just yet another tease, a reminder of what they had been doing moments ago.

He doesn't plan on explaining himself, especially when Shinjirou isn't supposed to be doing any asking. But these are still the early days; there's plenty of time to continue disciplining him later, when he's more likely to take those lessons to heart. "Do you remember what you said earlier? You can be good. Well, here's your chance to prove it."