It's so fucking perfect, the noises Jedao makes, the way he jerks almost helplessly against him, his cock hard and slick. It makes him wish he were hard again now, that he could push back into him right this moment, and he groans under his breath as he shifts to give the other nipple the same treatment.

He has to remind himself not to bite, to be gentle, to not reach down and get a grip on Jedao's cock and stroke him, not slide down farther and take him into his mouth. Jesus, he wants to taste him, wants to feel how thick and hot and heavy he is, stretching his lips. Wants to smell the musk of him up close.

He moans again, hips shifting, and reaches down to tug at his cock; not hard yet, but certainly at least a little interested in the proceedings. He lets himself slide down a little lower, dragging his teeth over perfect, pale skin, lapping at the ridges between Jedao's abs, dipping his tongue into the hollow of his navel with a ragged moan. He wishes... christ, he wishes he dared ask Jedao to fuck him.