He notices the grip shift on his scalp, and now that he remembers he has his own hands to use he brings one up to cradle Jedao's neck, scraping firmly up through his hair.

"H'about-" he swallows, and pulls Jedao in a little, to kiss his forehead. "How about- Jedao likes a good time. He, um." His hips shift, and he nearly whimpers at the pressure Jedao's thighs on his making the tightness of his initially slack jeans worse. "He knows what he's about."