Their foreheads press back together as Jade watches Floyd's expression. The sight of blood, the way his mismatched eyes glaze over from all the sensations... it goes straight to Jade's arousal. When they're kissing again, he's quick to take it in--eager for a taste of the blood he's drawn.

His gloved hand starts to stroke Floyd's cock harder now, aided by the wet pre-cum he took the time to glide his thumb through. If he chafes him with the fabric, he'll apologize later, but in the moment it's the furthest thing from his mind.

Floyd's rougher treatment is delightful and the small, pleading yet bossy words in between kisses and swipes of the bloodied tongue make him throb. The heat has been coiling in his stomach for a while now, but Floyd's final plea is enough to finally tip Jade over the edge. His entire body shudders as his eyes flutter closed and it takes effort to keep stroking Floyd the same as he spills into his twin's hand with a shaken moan and a small, eager thrust of his hips.

"F-Floyd--" It's overwhelming, but he has always been sensitive.