This is a sort of death, Jade reflects. He can almost taste the coldness of lake water surging all around them, trying to drag Jonathan under.

There's little he can do about it, when Jonathan is already so far gone. Little he can do except kiss him with warm lips and continue to stroke his cock, until the human stiffens and jerks in his embrace, his seed mingling with Heine's.

What a messy situation, in more ways than one. He allows Jonathan a moment to rest (Heine can do as he pleases), before giving his shoulder a gentle shake. "Let's get cleaned up, shall we?" He suggests, leaning so he can look at Jonathan in the eye.