[The brush of fingers against his throat is too light, almost ticklish, but Jade appreciates it all the same. It's nice to have some reciprocation. He relaxes against the unsure touches, chest rising and falling slowly along with the rhythm of his breathing, deliberately calculated to be deep and calming.
Of course, it's hard to inspire calm when his own fingers are busy. A few more buttons come undone, slower this time, as he kisses and nips his way along the delicate skin that stretches across Ginoza's collarbone. Without Ginoza's hand to hold it in place, Jade's hair slips down to cover his face once more, hiding his sharp eyes from view. It gives a flimsy illusion of safety, at least.
An illusion that's quickly shattered when Jade slips one hand under Ginoza's shirt, fingers brushing against the edge of a nipple.]
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Of course, it's hard to inspire calm when his own fingers are busy. A few more buttons come undone, slower this time, as he kisses and nips his way along the delicate skin that stretches across Ginoza's collarbone. Without Ginoza's hand to hold it in place, Jade's hair slips down to cover his face once more, hiding his sharp eyes from view. It gives a flimsy illusion of safety, at least.
An illusion that's quickly shattered when Jade slips one hand under Ginoza's shirt, fingers brushing against the edge of a nipple.]