He can't resist that reaction, can't even pretend to try, and he tugs Jedao's head back with the grip in his hair as he moves farther down Jedao's neck, nips sharply at the straining tendon there and worries at it with his teeth before sucking again. There's no way it won't leave a mark, and there's something in him that's possibly unhealthily pleased at the idea. And all the while he still has one big hand curved over Jedao's ass, pulling him down at the same time that he ruts up against him, rough and urgent, murmuring praise and endearments in every language he knows.