Jedao beams at him in pure delight, and gives him one more quick, darting kiss before maneuvering deftly around and sliding to his knees. "Any time," he promises, his grin turning a little bit wicked, his voice deep and rough. He strokes his cheek for a few moments against the bare skin of Gonou's thigh as he shuffles forward a few more inches, close enough to breathe over the head of Gonou's dick.