"Hey, hey-" Discomfort runs brief and sharp through Eiffel's stomach, bringing a moment of clarity with it, and he brings his hand up to brace Jedao's face and kiss him again, far softer and sweeter because of the way it's filled with concern. "You don't have to beg me, big guy. Kinda prefer it if you didn't, actually."

But he gives a warm, flushed smile. "You can go down on me. Just- asking once is fine." With another deep, reassuring kiss.