Eiffel groans, practically rutting against Jedao's ass when he rubs against him, gripping him with both hands and a deep breath to even himself out.

"Y-yeah, that- that's good," he mumbles, and tips his head forward to kiss Jedao's shoulder and neck, sliding both hands across Jedao's body - one goes under his shirt, pulling their torsos together so Eiffel can introduce teeth to Jedao's neck, and the other trailing down to wrap around his cock and start stroking again.