"Fuck, oh fuck," Jedao mumbles between loud, helpless groans. He's desperately hard, leaking on the leather, hips twitching and jerking in haphazard little motions. It's so fucking dirty, it's demeaning in a way Eiffel has no idea about and Jedao had no idea he was kinked for, but he hasn't taken them off, he's just - touching him - with his gloves still on, like Jedao doesn't deserve his bare hands -