It could be overwhelming to humans, sometimes, but Eddie seemed to take everything in stride. And while J'mon did not want to let him pull away, wanted to instead indulge in the feeling of his hands and lips, it would be tragic if they weren't allowed to enjoy themself a little as well.
They watched with eagerness as Eddie blushed and then swiftly discarded his shirt. They had anticipated a scar, from his story earlier. It was hardly unusual. Even the best magic could not erase every single mark, particularly ones like that. Ones that had come with such a high cost. And they would not offer to do away with it even if they could. They still believed it to be a mark of bravery. Instead, J'mon leaned forward, fingertips tracing up his sides, and pressed a gentle kiss to the center of the scar.
If he was insecure or concerned about its appearance, J'mon hoped to cast those insecurities aside. For a little while, at least. They didn't linger long there, though, not wanting to draw an excessive amount of attention to it, and trailed away to dot playful little kisses up over Eddie's chest to his neck, then his, jaw, and finally back to his lips again.