Those kisses were absolutely everything. J'mon thought they could be completely satisfied just with those, so long as they didn't stop. It was even worth losing the hand in their hair to lean further in towards his mouth and expose more skin. But the hand holding him steady was exquisite, too. Eddie might not have had the most experience, he may have just been coming into confidence with his sexuality, but he had incredible instincts.
They let their hold on Eddie loosen a bit, so he could look, smirking softly as they raised up off his lap and cocked their hips forward a bit. There wasn't so much as an ounce of shame or modesty in that movement, and why should there be? It was as though an artist had specifically sculpted their body to aesthetic perfection and, in a way, they had. It might not have been everyone's taste, but it was enough that J'mon had never been denied the physical attention they sought. Even now, as Eddie's fingers slipped inside of them and J'mon breathed a low groan, they knew they wouldn't have to change a thing for him.
There might have been situations in which they had to, for one reason or another, just to make certain their lovers were as satisfied as they were. But that was not a concern for now. J'mon grasped Eddie's wrist, keeping him steady, and pressed down into his palm. "This would be so much easier if we were both wearing far, far less," they teased. "And if you were in a slightly more advantageous position."