Having Jedao unravelling on top of him is more of a confidence booster than he'd like to admit. It was weird, being able to see and understand just how heavily aroused he was, the jerks of his hip into Eiffel's hand like it was trying to buck him right back into the couch.

He drags his hand down, cupping the head in his palm and rolling the base of his thumb to knead Jedao into his palm and see if he can't lay him out the way he does Eiffel just by existing.