Compliments got them every time. Not that they were rare, but they were so often related to their power or status. People seemed terribly shy about commenting on their appearance and for someone who had the ability to tailor-fit such a thing comments were, naturally, desired. If it made them a bit vain, so be it, but it never failed to delight them all the same.
As Eddie returned the kiss with more enthusiasm, J'mon shifted up onto their knees and pressed back into him as well. It made it easier to reach up and pull down the bit of fabric that wrapped around their waist and over their shoulders so Eddie could gain more access to their skin. The shirt beneath was a simple, deep brown to compliment the brassy metallic embroidery. And it slipped up over J'mon's hips easily, giving Eddie plenty of space to touch and explore.
Once they had dealt with the excess fabric, J'mon reached forward and trailed their fingers along the front of Eddie's shirt, slowly working their way towards the hem, teasing at it rather than diving straight under. They would find their own enjoyment along the way, but the offer had been for him to seek out what he desired. And J'mon have every intention of giving him the time and space to do that.