He probably shouldn't have even worried, he's too relieved and overwhelmed and exhausted in almost equal measure for getting turned on to be more than a vague and distant thought. He just wants this; the comfort of Jedao's weight on him, pressing him down and making him feel grounded and solid and real. It's not even so bad that he can't touch in turn, the feel of the rope at his forearms is almost comforting in its own way. It... makes him feel like Jedao's. Wanted and claimed.

"We can stay this way as long you want," he murmurs. "Feels so good like this."