He tastes like the earth even with how human he is. Jade's exploration is slow and careful, savoring the feel of him. Is his own salted tongue unpleasant in comparison? It's easy to focus on his own nerves when Rook's breathing and pulse are so steady even as he pulls him so close against him. Claws trace down the junior's neck, pressing firmly against the bandana tied there to feel some more of him. Jade's tail twists under Rook's palm, but pulls itself closer around them in a way no human's legs ever could replicate.

Chest to chest like this he can feel the warmth seep into his own cold, wet body. His tail slides around a thigh before squeezing--not hard enough to break or maim, but with a definite intentional and distributed pressure.