The texture of Jade's hand differs from a human's even without the thick layer of hydrating and protective mucous that coats him. His fingers wrap around Rook once he's free, offering a few slow strokes of his own to spread what mess the other's already produced along his length. His hand looks so large in comparison, but as he runs the tip along the webbing between his fingers he finds that he likes it.

Teeth are replaced with tongue even though biting down harder is all that he wants in the moment. To leave a mark so busted and bruised that even the bandana around the hunter's neck wouldn't be able to obscure it from even non-prying eyes.

Jade lets out a small gasp against Rook's throat at the difference in sensations, but his attention to his throat stays strong despite it. His slit twitching beneath the blunt nails dragging along it, the skin there already sensitive even without the constant attention. His arousal throbs in the hunter's hand, each backstroke only earning him more slick practically spilling from his tip. "Is it too much?"