He learned something in Astrology once, something about shapes and stars and people continually wandering through space to form constellations with the ones they love… Floyd didn’t care for the poignancy of all that. Never cared enough to. He only knew, poetics aside, that he pitied those doomed to wander; who weren’t privileged to be born with—intertwined with—their other half. He doesn’t need fancy language or the stars to tell him what he already knows: he and Jade were made to be together.

Forever.

Floyd doesn’t hesitate as soon as he hears Jade’s demand. Though quick, he’s precise, unbuckling and yanking until all but tears his twin’s pants and underwear off of one leg. He won’t bother fumbling with the rest and leaves it hanging off Jade’s ankle while he frees himself out of his skate tights.

Nothing but hungry, raspy breaths escape his throat, until finally, already rock hard in his hand, Floyd forces his way inside Jade all the way to the hilt and growls. It hurts. He’s too tight. But Floyd cups the back of Jade’s head and gnaws at his neck, hips bucking to tear his body open.