Eiffel can't help a giggle at the extra volume in that moan, but it's a sound of pure affection, and he grins into Jedao's neck.

"Youuuu're a squeaky li'l fox," he slurs fondly, pushing another kiss there, all teeth and his broad smile, and he can feel his body relaxing into the affection. He doesn't know what he was so nervous about, kissing Jedao is so good and he'll happily spend hours doing it. Fuck the police.

Without any real conscious thought, his left hand coasts down Jedao's side, to grip his waist and shift to press their torsos together as he leaves a wet trail up Jedao's neck as his tongue finds the sensitive muscle there.