Just the same, watching how their combined ministrations take their hold over his brother nearly sends Floyd into a frenzy. It's not very often Jade loses composure, after all. Sure, he'll sit and stare off into space sometimes, but this? This is something else he can't explain. He wants to make it last as long as possible. Floyd doesn't care if it hurts one way or another. If anything, that added burn makes it all the more enjoyable.

He's not sure how he knows when it's coming. But he can feel it deep in his skin, in his veins, and just as he feels his twin tense up against his body and throb in his palm, he's quick to follow without a second's delay. "Jade...!" he cries out in warning as it happens, hips violently rolling forward in one sudden thrust to send cum spurting all over Jade's glove and wrist. It feels like it lasts so long and yet not nearly long enough all at once.

Shuddering and tense, Floyd slumps against his brother with his head ducked down toward his shoulder. His dirtied hand is warm and sticky, still shoved between them and idly thumbing at the tip to encourage every last drop to squeeze out. The cold air suddenly feels so incredible on his burning skin, but he shivers and instinctively curls up against Jade to preserve warmth, not unlike how they used to do as elvers in the dead of winter.