Is it how infatuated he's grown with Jade, that leaves him so eager to let the merman treat him so roughly? Or is it how exciting it is, balancing precariously on the edge of serious pain and injury? Maybe it's a little of both, if the way Jade's fangs teasing at the delicate skin of his neck leaves him whimpering and squirming is any indication; even now, letting his head roll to the side to instinctively bare his throat for him, the pulse under Jade's mouth barely seems changed at all.

Finally, Rook's arm unwinds from Jade's neck. He's quick to pull his gloves off and toss them aside--he wants to feel Jade in his hands, properly. Or rather, in one hand? Rook trails his fingertips over what little of Jade's arousal has already presented itself, thumb tracing gentle circles over the pointed tip; his other hand strokes and rubs at Jade's parted slit, ready to coax the rest of Jade's length into the open air. He's being good, see? If he can't go in, he'll just have to content himself with making sure what he wants comes out.....