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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."

It's too chaste to bring any relief, but Shinjirou doesn't mind -- it's a touch and he's desperate for any kind of it, a tiny secluded area of him still deluding himself into thinking he'll be allowed to come after all. He strains his neck to push back into Jade's hand, eyes squeezed shut. Then Jade's words crush those hopes.

"Prove it, like this?" Why can't he start proving himself tomorrow, he thinks, why does it have to be right away and in this manner. He falters, hugging himself beneath the blanket. "I ... will sleep now."

He pets him one last time, then stands back up, satisfied for now. "I'm going to shower and clean up. I expect you to be asleep by the time I return."

Shinjirou doesn't expect that he'll fall asleep fast enough and immediately decides to fake it once Jade returns. It turns out that's not necessary. Despite the intense need to come, his sheer exhaustion is yet stronger and he's quietly breathing, dreamlessly sleeping even before Jade comes back.

The shower is hot, water splashing hard against his skin as he fists at his cock and thinks about Shinjirou - Shinjirou riding him that first night, Shinjirou on his knees sucking some faceless stranger's cock, Shinjirou writhing and screaming as he's fucked from behind...

He feels guilty, almost, as the water sends the mess swirling down the drain, but it's always been easy for him to shake off vague, half-formed feelings. He's cool and composed again when he steps out of the bathroom, limbs heavy with lazy satisfaction. After making sure Shinjirou hadn't come, he climbs into his own bed and lets tiredness overtake him.

At exactly seven o'clock the next morning, he wakes without an alarm to prompt him. After a few minutes to mentally schedule his day, he rises, goes to crouch beside Shinjirou again, and shakes him firmly on the shoulder.

"Good morning. It's time to wake up."

Living on the streets means sleeping in is more than just acceptable and while some of the guys bring him home with them and let him sleep there, that's a somewhat rare occurrence. In short, he's not used to rising early in the morning.

Disoriented -- and with a headache he quickly notices as he's shooting up and away from the hand -- he looks left and right. Trying to make sense of his whereabouts.

As soon as he remembers, he wishes he wouldn't. A dark, cool heaviness plummets into his stomach and he reaches for the collar. Yes, it's still there. And he remembers the way he behaved just a few hours ago, too. Cringing, he glances at Jade.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm awake. Thanks for the heart attack."

He can see the exact moment when Shinjirou remembers his situation. Although Jade smiles, it's just his usual expression, rather than one designed to taunt.

"I'll try to be more gentle next time." He says, clearly not meaning it. "Now, go make some breakfast. I'm in the mood for eggs and toast today. I'd like to have tea, but you can brew some coffee for yourself if you need it."

With how much and how quickly he had drunk last night, Jade would be very much surprised if Shinjirou doesn't have at least a small hangover.

"Now?" He wrinkles his nose, wrapping the blanket around himself so that only his head is still visible. "I'm dirty. Won't even let me take a shower?"

Hot water, hell, even ice cold water sounds like heaven to him. Washing the sweat and come off his body won't erase the past, but it'd at least take the constant reminder away.

"Shit, my head hurts," he murmurs, trying to get up without losing, nor tangling himself up in the blanket.

He grabs hold of the blanket firmly. "I don't recall saying you could cover yourself up." There's a hint of warning in his voice, which only grows when he adds: "You can shower once you've finished the chores I'll set you for today."

Shinjirou is beginning to grow rebellious again, he can tell. It was probably due to embarrassment, or perhaps shame, or maybe he's beginning to resent his situation now that he's sober again. But whatever his reasons, Jade can't tolerate dissent.

Considering his headache, he manages to hold Jade's gaze for a surprisingly long time. He holds his head up high, though that makes him a bit dizzy, and throws the blanket off. "Fine, here you go." His thighs and stomach are the worst offenders. Not just stained, but itchy.

And he hates that Jade will look at it and know that he's the reason for this sight and in turn, Shinjirou will be forced to remember even more distinctly how desperate he was.

Nevermind. If he runs off to the kitchen quickly, then he can wear the apron for a bit until breakfast is ready. It's not the greatest strategy he's ever come up with, true, but he's not looking for great solutions here.

Jade had positioned himself so that Shinjirou would not be able to leave the bed without at least brushing past him. He watches intently as the blanket is thrown off, eyes slowly trailing down to look at the stains that had dried on Shinjirou's skin. All this, just from precome. It's impressive.

Carefully, he runs two of his fingers along the edge of one of the bigger stains on Shinjirou's thigh, feeling some of the dried crust peel off and flake onto the futon. He'll need to be washed before his guest comes, but for now, Jade finds that he enjoys seeing him so visibly marked.

He raises his eyes again, looking directly at Shinjirou. "You did do well last night, you know."

At first it helps that he averts his eyes, but of course Jade has to reach out and touch him. He sucks his stomach in and clenches his fists, breathing himself through the moment. There are various insults lying on the tip of his tongue, ready to be hurled at Jade, but it's too early in the day to start a fight.

Especially in his position. A slave.

He shudders, glancing at Jade when he hears him speak up again. It feels like ants crawling under his skin and heat rises into his face. He shouldn't feel proud; he does, but biting into his lips keeps him from smiling. "Yeah?"

Shinjirou is not subtle. The blushing and lip biting are clear tells, and Jade takes advantage of them. He doesn't respond verbally this time, just kisses him, quick and light. When he draws back, he's smiling with the best approximation of fondness that he can muster. It's not entirely a lie, but it neither does it ring completely true.

"Let's have breakfast." He stands, offering his hand to Shinjirou.

He hates himself for it even as he's doing it, just not enough to stop himself: tilting his head and responding to the kiss as if Jade deserved his affection. This is all Jade's fault. A kick would be more appropriate.

Letting himself be helped up, he gets up and looks away. Not down, just to the side. He's not like the quiet little virgins Jade could have picked, but he feels inclined to lower his head anyway. Most of the time people fight with him, insult him. He's far from used to being appreciated.

"Yes. Breakfast."

After breakfast comes a list of chores: vacuuming again, washing the windows, polishing the shelves and cupboards, doing the laundry...

"Oh, and bring the lubricant into the living room. There's a box in the bottom drawer of the bedside table. Bring that out as well. I don't think we'll need them tonight, but it never hurts to be prepared." He finishes his tea, setting the cup down. "My guest will be here at six. I want you to eat and shower before then, and prepare dinner for two. That should be all."

Being tired to begin with means that each task takes longer than it usually would, but at least they are all simple tasks and require just enough concentration to keep his anxiety at bay. Sometimes memories from the night before spring on him without warning and he visibly flinches, stopping for a second, then returning to his work.

Eventually, of course, Jade has to remind him that housework isn't the only thing expected from him. With goosebumps riddling his skin, he brings both the lube and the box into the living room, setting them down on the small table. Would he like to know what's inside that box? He glances at Jade, wondering if he should ask ... he comes to the conclusion that it's not worth his time. Jade won't answer anyway, probably, and even if he did, Shinjirou may not like it.

So he runs off to take a shower as soon as he hears Jade say that it's something he wants Shinjirou to do. It's the first time he truly feels alone again ever since a stranger dragged him off the streets. He makes sure to return after less than 30 minutes have passed, though. Which is a long time, yes, but he's cleaned himself thoroughly and he figures Jade won't mind him enjoying the comfort of hot water as long as it'll also please his guest.

"I'm not hungry. Uh." Hair still somewhat wet, he crosses his arms. "Does the guy have any allergies? It's not that I wanna poison him. Not yet, I guess."

The shower had done Shinjirou good. He already looks better than when he was first picked up from the market. He actually appears clean, for one, and the hot water had given a healthy flush to his skin. Jade smiles inwardly, approving.

"Please refrain from poisoning my guests." There's an amused lilt in his tone, though, one that shows he doesn't particularly care either way. Not that he thinks Shinjirou would actually try to poison them; he just doesn't like his guests. They're useful, but that was about it. He dislikes their greed, their small-mindedness, and most of all, the way their behaviour is uncomfortably similar to the mask he had put up.

After a short pause, he adds, "Unless I tell you to do so. But no, he doesn't have any allergies that I know of."

"You ... wouldn't tell me to do that." Frowning, he ties his hair back. After all the preparations Shinjirou had expected it to be an important guest. Apparently importance doesn't equal fondness here. "And I wouldn't do it."

For all the people scared of him, he doesn't like hurting others. He does it anyway, too often, for reasons he unfortunately already gave away.

It's great that Jade's fridge is full of food and he utilizes the wide range of vegetables to choose from. He snacks on the dish he's making, though if asked what he's doing he'd call it seasoning. He may not be hungry, but whatever this mysterious guest is about to do to him, an empty stomach could be a disadvantage.