The limb around his waist will lift just a little to help Jedao reach as he leans down for a few kisses. It's so nice to just feel happy and loved and love back.
"Yeah." Jedao's voice gets a little deeper, rough and warm. He's trying to keep things light and playful for now, to go at John's pace; he's obviously been starved for easy affection more than anything else. John's chest is right there, though, and he loves the sound of John's laugh, rumbling so close and warm; there's basically no way he's not getting a little horny about it right away.
He'll give Jedao one sweet kiss to the cheek before he walks over and sits down, Jedao in his lap. He'll offer a hand if Jedao wants him to put the food on a side table. He buries his face against the hair at the side of Jedao's head before dipping down to nuzzle below his jaw a little.
"Is that right, honey?" Jedao rumbles, his already-low voice dropping another half-octave, rumbling in his throat right below where John is nuzzling him. Jedao lets John take the bowl, too, the better to stroke a slow, idle hand down his spine.
Mmm, that's so nice. The feel of it against his cheek and jaw and how it sounds so close and the feel of Jedao's hands on him.
I already do. I just... like being with you. I like knowing that when all the emotion wells up in my chest, I can just kiss you. Or when you make a certain sound and I know how to make you feel even better, I can. You should know that you're wonderful to be with.
You're so easy to be with. Sometimes, I worry about it, but then I realize you wouldn't want me to and that part of it is that I trust you to tell me if there's something you don't want and it's easier not to worry.
Jedao laughs softly. He likes being easy, in a warm squirmy way in the bottom of his stomach, but he's not surprised John thinks of it mostly in the nice way. He strokes a hand through John's hair.
"I would," he promises, because it's always nice to have another little reassurance, he figures. "I like being easy for you. I'm trying to figure out if I should stay mellow or escalate. Tell me what you want most so I don't fret about it."
"You so like to get a reaction," Jedao muses. "I was wondering if I should teach you how I like my cock sucked." He massages the back of John's neck a little, hands heavy and reminiscent of their first encounter.
Jedao will get to watch the spark light up in his eyes; he is absolutely right.
"I like to watch you experience things," he says, because when so much of your existence was watching and not doing or feeling or smelling or tasting, 'voyeur' is less of a result and more of an only option. It just hasn't gone anywhere since he got those other options.
He nods.
"I would like that, yes." A pause. "...we'd have to pause the drama."
There's something sweetly amusing that Jedao's never felt the awkwardness with language that most people do about the way he shares with people, how he slides into their senses, into the cracks between their pieces to be with them.
That earns him a bright huff that turns into a sinister chuckle and a few more smudged kisses as a delicate little tentacle plucks up a small collection of grapes to lift them over. He'll transfer one to his fingers to offer it up to Jedao, the thumb sliding gently along the lower lip.
He closes his eyes, sucking on John's fingertips for a few self-indulgent moments before bursting the grape between his back teeth; John gets the fresh sweetness of it juxtaposed with the harsh metal-mineral bitterness of Jedao's anatomy parsing something in the fruit as not food, that nevertheless picks up grace notes of the grape's tannins, along with a little rill of unreasonable delight from Jedao. It's so unexpected, every time, a warm visceral shock, eating something and being completely free of even a hint of awfulness. The juicy texture of the grape unmarred, for him, with any flavor at all, as lovely and restful as a blank white page.
The metal mineral taste is so fascinating. It reminds him of something he can't quite identify, something deep and low in his memories that he can't touch but he feels it in there, like the murk at the bottom of the sea between his toes. Or perhaps his tentacles, considering. All the same, it makes everything taste that much more real, in a way, and he enjoys the little burst of delight from Jedao that he can enjoy the texture without that off taste he dislikes so much. It has him leaning up to kiss his temple as he offers another.
Jedao kisses his fingertips, sucks on them enough to add a very faint taste of salt. A taste Jedao has never minded - the revulsion only seems to kick in when he's actually eating. Still, the softness of John's fingertips against his tongue is lovely enough as he laughs and eats the next morsel.
Good. He wants to treat Jedao, indulge him, show him affection and let him delight in his body right along side him. It's one of the few things that he gets to share with someone that make having a body feel so worthwhile, so much of a joy.
It's why he can't help himself from pressing a few kisses to his temple and cheek and jaw.
Jedao hums happily, draping an arm around John's neck, fingers combing idly through his pretty yellow hair, tilting his chin to let John kiss anywhere he wants.
"You indulge me," is his counterargument, which is more counter than argument, and he smudges the words against Jedao's jaw to press a few more kisses.
"Touch is... addictive. Affirming. The world is... exponentially more real when I'm touching someone. I feel like a person. so much more when I'm touching someone. And someone like you, who I feel so strongly for..."
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He'll nuzzle to Jedao's cheek in between kisses.
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"Are you going to scoop me up or not, handsome?"
He's getting fond of John's blocky new face. And the shoulders count for a lot.
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"It's easy to get lost in loving you," he says easily enough. "You're very lovable."
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"You can get lost if you want. I'm a good navigator, I'll look out for you."
Does he have any data to support this claim? Not really. He feels like it should be true, though. He's a moth.
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"I appreciate that."
And since he's the one with the legs at the moment:
"To the couch?"
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I feel better. I wanted to feel better with you.
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"How do you want to feel better?"
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I already do. I just... like being with you. I like knowing that when all the emotion wells up in my chest, I can just kiss you. Or when you make a certain sound and I know how to make you feel even better, I can. You should know that you're wonderful to be with.
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And there's not a hint of a pause on that.
You're so easy to be with. Sometimes, I worry about it, but then I realize you wouldn't want me to and that part of it is that I trust you to tell me if there's something you don't want and it's easier not to worry.
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"I would," he promises, because it's always nice to have another little reassurance, he figures. "I like being easy for you. I'm trying to figure out if I should stay mellow or escalate. Tell me what you want most so I don't fret about it."
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"What's 'escalate', in this case?"
He can guess but this is still so very new. Better to ask.
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"I like to watch you experience things," he says, because when so much of your existence was watching and not doing or feeling or smelling or tasting, 'voyeur' is less of a result and more of an only option. It just hasn't gone anywhere since he got those other options.
He nods.
"I would like that, yes." A pause. "...we'd have to pause the drama."
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"If you can bear to wait," Jedao teases. "Who will Vneth give his favor to? The stakes have never been higher."
He presses a soft kiss to John's temple.
"Are you in me already? I want you to feel how good you make me feel."
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He nods to the question.
"I figured you'd enjoy the grapes more that way."
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It's why he can't help himself from pressing a few kisses to his temple and cheek and jaw.
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"You're so good to me," Jedao murmurs.
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"Touch is... addictive. Affirming. The world is... exponentially more real when I'm touching someone. I feel like a person. so much more when I'm touching someone. And someone like you, who I feel so strongly for..."
It's difficult not to kiss him, when he can.
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