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..."
"I love the way you touch me," Jedao murmurs, voice warm and rich, smooth and lazy like a snake languishing in the sun. "And you should feel like a person all the time. If people weren't silly you could just carry me around to suck on your fingers all the time."
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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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He'll get to the rest of it.
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"But... you are."
It's clear from his tone, from his eyes, from everything that he doesn't even understand how someone could think differently.
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