"To start, yeah." He grins right back at him, breath hitching a bit in anticipation. "But do what you need to, Jed'ika. So long as it's good for you there's not much that could bother me." And he's so hard he's aching, just at the thought of finally getting his mouth on Jedao, of tasting him and feeling his weight on his tongue, the breathlessness of letting him push into his throat and swallowing him down. He has to duck in for another kiss, this one longer and deeper and a little desperate.