Jedao groans into the kiss at the tight grip, imagining little fingerprint bruises that won't last more than a few minutes, though he has no idea if they'll really even appear. The idea is enough, though, the sheer feeling of being grabbed, the strength in Eiffel's hands. Jedao kisses him deeper, rough and desperate, for long seconds before pulling back, breathless and grinning. He keeps his tight grip in Eiffel's hair, so Eiffel can't chase him for more kisses, can only wait and want for Jedao to lean in again.

"You don't have to go easy on me," Jedao confides, almost purring. "I like rough."