Gills flare as Jade breathes, the slick fluid surrounding them easing into their darkened holes only to be replaced easily by more thanks to the humidity of the room. His claws dig into the leather of Rook's vest, but he frees blond hair in favor of resting his cold palm on the hunter's opposite shoulder.

His gaze falls between them to rest on how genuine the older boy's attention is even through such a hardy fabric. Fingertips trail down his chest and abdomen before cupping the shape of him firmly. It's only fair when Rook's fingers spread his slick so teasingly, isn't it?

He should stop this now, but he can already feel how easily the pointed tip of his own arousal is lured by gloved fingers. He lets out a slow, controlled exhale through the space between his ribs. "Are you positive?"