He's fully distracted by making his mouth work, the taste of sweat and stubble on his tongue and Jedao's moans rolling down his spine, hands in his hair, to notice the bucking hips beneath him.

"Hey," comes out as a mumbled slur, as he pulls away from Jedao's neck for a moment - but whatever thought might have been trying to develop dies immediately when he sits up a bit, enough to make his head spin before he remembers to breathe, and he stares at Jedao blearily for a moment.

He's. Pretty sure he's staring at Jedao. He feels like he is. He's definitely warm beneath him.

"I am," he declares, bright and apropos of nothing. "So drunk." And then he leans in to kiss Jedao on the lips again, forceful and eager.