He pushes himself up a little, still not meeting Jedao's eyes, and runs his hands up and down Jedao's sides, slow and rhythmic. "If it's not good I need you to ask me to stop before it gets bad," he tells him very quietly. "Please." Because it's not just that he doesn't want Jedao to endure for him, it's that he doesn't want to have to be constantly worried, in the back of his mind, that it's going to go badly wrong.