-- because, really, it's very hard to think about anyone else when Jedao's hand is in his pants. His laugh is half a groan; one of his hands slips back further into Jedao's hair, catching the soft strands between his fingers, nails running over his scalp.
"Mm. I suppose-- Raylan's not bad-looking," he manages. "And Eiffel?"
This is not the kind of conversation he has ever had before with anyone in his life. Even without the handjob, he'd be struggling a little.
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-- because, really, it's very hard to think about anyone else when Jedao's hand is in his pants. His laugh is half a groan; one of his hands slips back further into Jedao's hair, catching the soft strands between his fingers, nails running over his scalp.
"Mm. I suppose-- Raylan's not bad-looking," he manages. "And Eiffel?"
This is not the kind of conversation he has ever had before with anyone in his life. Even without the handjob, he'd be struggling a little.