Maybe it can be argued that Floyd’s only lived on land for a year and that’s why he hasn’t completely figured out human customs and etiquette, but, no, his brother and Azul adjusted just fine and here he is, not even considering the consequences of getting caught fondling his own flesh and blood in public. He’s too caught up in how good it feels to care about his “inside voice” or whatever it is they call it.

While he still isn’t graceful or gentle, Floyd matches Jade’s speed and twists his wrist to add an extra layer of friction. He won’t last at this rate. But he doesn’t want to be first. He doesn’t want Jade to be first either. Can’t they make it last longer?

A sudden nick along the side of his tongue surprises him and he pulls back, gasping for air with his tongue hanging halfway out his mouth. It stills feels a little numb from the candy so it’s not as painful as it could be… which might not necessarily be a good thing. “Jaaade…” he whines, lips wet and red and parted just enough for him to sloppily press his tongue to Jade’s own. The dull sting he feels goes right to his cock and already he can feel precum oozing out of the tip.

“Jade…” Still whining but he tries to sound as demanding as possible. “With me… C’mon~ I don’t wanna wait anymore.”