He hadn't quite registered that was what he was asking, but the second Jedao gives permission he shudders with relief and anticipation. He's good with topping, bottoming, blowjobs, anything, but right now he wants this, and he's grateful to Jedao for being able to interpret and articulate it when he hadn't been able to for himself. And right now there's no part of him that's remembering all the time's Jedao has put him off anymore, that's anything other than completely lost in the moment. Listening to his voice, imagining his touch. Though he huffs a strained laugh at pretty, at the idea of applying that word to any part of himself, but there's something in the way Jedao says it that makes him like it. Makes him believe he means it.

Even now his natural response is to be fast, efficient, maybe even a little brutal, and he has to consciously remind himself that Jedao wants slow. Wants a show. So he slides his fingers back, almost delicate, careful, and moans deep in his chest as he circles his hole with one thick, blunt finger. Strokes over the tight pucker of it. Gasps as he presses just a little, just enough to barely dip in. It helps that he doesn't really want it fast, doesn't want it to hurt, it's just that years of hard-learned habit and instinct aren't going to be over-written in a few months, maybe not even years.

So he tries to think how he'd actually want it, what he'd want to feel if Jedao were physically there, behind him. How he'd drag his tongue over him until he was sloppy wet, how he'd push in slowly, taking his time. He's mostly non-verbal, panting for breath as he slides his finger out again, circles his hole again, then pushes it back in, still slow but deeper this time. Past the first knuckle as he wills his body to relax, to accept the intrusion.