Jedao makes soft, squirmy noises into the kiss, then bites Eiffel's lip about it. He gets a hand in Eiffel's hair and tugs, close to the scalp, short and sharp.

"If you don't want me to beg, stop being so brainmeltingly hot," Jedao tells him, voice growly but unable to keep himself from grinning a little. He can, however, switch to being demanding. "And I'm gonna ask a third time if I don't get your dick in my mouth in the next five seconds, darlin," he threatens.