They liked how tactile Eddie was. The best sorts of people always were. It might have taken them opening up the door, and perhaps a bit of time for them to get comfortable around one another, but J'mon never had reason to doubt the affection blooming between them. And it was sweet. His touches still seemed a little curious, hesitant even, but he was steadily growing bolder.
A bit of a blush spread across J'mon's cheeks, warming the skin under Eddie's fingers, and they glanced down with an almost bashful smile. "It took me lifetimes to find something I was truly comfortable in," they explained, leaning into Eddie's hand and softly nuzzling at his palm. "And it matters quite a lot, to me. I like yours as well, even if you haven't had much control over it."
There was a still, brief moment where J'mon had to quickly decide what to do next. And they were torn between indulging in that simple touch and going after something a bit more than that. It was difficult to tell what Eddie wanted, too, though they certainly weren't doing it for his benefit alone. But if they'd had so much of an inclination that it wouldn't be reciprocated, they would not have leaned forward to softly brush their lips against his. "You should see the rest," J'mon breathed, a bit of an edge to their normally smooth, soft voice.