Heine makes a vague noise in response, but doesn't agree or disagree, just undoes the last couple buttons on Jade's shirt before giving up and shoving it up to expose his stomach and part of his torso. Without further comment he moves his hands down, palms running over his skin until his fingers hook into the waistband of his pants.

For a moment he thumbs at the belt buckle. Then Heine leans down and kisses him again, more gently, pressing their lips together as his hands stay on his hips. It's fine, he keeps telling himself. He wants this.