[He runs his own (flesh and blood) fingers along the prosthetic, unwilling to leave it even when he notices Ginoza's averted gaze and the way he withdraws from him, emotionally if not physically. It's such a change from his usual blunt, no-nonsense self, even Jade knows better than to ask how he had ended up this way.]
It's all right.
[Jade brushes his lips against the knuckles, feeling the tough, ungiving material, so different from an organic human hand. It's colder than he had expected; a few degrees lower than their bodies, flushed with exertion as they are. From what he can see, the prosthetic extends past Ginoza's wrist - is his whole arm artificial?
He'll find out eventually, but for now, he tries to coax Ginoza back into what they were doing before. Carefully, his hips roll against Ginoza's hand again, but he's slow, even slower than before, giving Ginoza an opportunity to cut their meeting short if he so prefers.
(He'd rather Ginoza not do that, so when he lifts his head to look at him again, there's a hint of a challenge in his eyes.)]
i almost forgot this thread was meant to be smut
It's all right.
[Jade brushes his lips against the knuckles, feeling the tough, ungiving material, so different from an organic human hand. It's colder than he had expected; a few degrees lower than their bodies, flushed with exertion as they are. From what he can see, the prosthetic extends past Ginoza's wrist - is his whole arm artificial?
He'll find out eventually, but for now, he tries to coax Ginoza back into what they were doing before. Carefully, his hips roll against Ginoza's hand again, but he's slow, even slower than before, giving Ginoza an opportunity to cut their meeting short if he so prefers.
(He'd rather Ginoza not do that, so when he lifts his head to look at him again, there's a hint of a challenge in his eyes.)]