Heine still isn't looking at Jade, gaze cast aside and mouth tight even when he feels the heat of his hand. Through the thin barrier of just his sweatpants it still feels like too much.

He exhales again, a controlled breath. Though it feels like he should be giving Jade direction, he doesn't. Jade wanted to try this on his own, after all. If he can't carry through alone then it should be more discouraging. Hopefully.

And yet despite the confusion rattling in his own mind, Heine is starting to get hard, the arousal dragged out of him by slow friction and adrenaline. The next inhale is ragged.