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[ His hands eagerly begin to roam as Rook finds his rhythm, one sliding beneath the gown blocking his view in favor of brushing over a strong abdomen. The fingers don't linger long in favor of trailing further up to give an appreciative squeeze of a muscular pec, his thumb brushing over the nipple he finds there before giving a decisive tweak. Could he manage to throw the blond out of his concentrated efforts or would he crumble himself long before they managed to get to that point?

A moan escapes Jade that is quickly blocked by his opposite hand coming up to cover his mouth. The heat surrounding him, the way Rook's body grips him so tightly... A curse escapes him, but the sound emitted is a far cry from human. ]