Just one swift kiss, just to acknowledge it, to let Eddie know that they were not uncomfortable with it. That was all. And then they were at his mouth again, arching and almost purring at the firm grip in their hair. A bit more heat poured off of them with each touch, like it was stoking some fire deep inside them. Everything came from that small spark, though, so perhaps he was in a way.
Even as they tossed the rest of the fabric to the floor - leaving them just in loose linen pants - and swung a leg over to straddle Eddie's lap, J'mon did not break the kiss. It was too good to stop and if Eddie wanted to keep them there, they were all too happy to comply. They enjoyed little possessiveness, a show of strength, even if it was as simple as a hand in their hair. But they were just as willing to take the lead as well, when it was called for. J'mon slid their arms around Eddie's shoulders and pressed their bodies together.
It seemed uncouth to ask, especially when it might ruin such a perfect moment, so they simply chose not to. They reached for Eddie's hand instead and slowly guided it between them, and down, encouraging him to touch there as well. He'd figure it out.