The tug makes him gasp, which makes the whimper that follows escape directly into Jedao's mouth and his own hands flutter awkwardly for a moment until they find purchase on Jedao's hips and grip tight, tense with the urge to yank him in that he's still too gunshy to act on - but Jedao will definitely be able to see, if not sense, what it's doing to him, and the slowly building bulge in his lap.
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