Jade's question brings Heine to a halt; his eyes are still focused, but there's a hint of confusion in his face. Is it... wrong, then, the belief that Jade wants him? Was he just imagining things? (Wishful thinking isn't something Heine normally prescribes to himself, but maybe—)

It's fine. Heine kisses him back, an edge of teeth scraping over Jade's lower lip but gentle otherwise. He likes it, and you do too.

Eyes shutting slightly, Heine extends a hand to brace the back of Jade's head, tugging him up and closer so he can touch his body. With his hands he's less gentle, fingertips occasionally digging in and pressing firmly, but he's attentive, thinking about nothing but Jade.