At the first, now-familiar touch of Jade's hand, Eichel exhales slowly in pure satisfaction. He's still sensitive. It almost stings, the contact on his skin. But Jade's tongue is still good, and Eichel's smile fades into an expression of concentration and pleasure.

"More," he says. He still doesn't reach out to touch Jade, waiting for him to act on his own. "Take me into your mouth."