Jon swoons in the initial rush, the ardeur twining with Eye's approval and overwhelming every nerve in Jon's body. Jon comes back to awareness as Jean-Claude's mouth works up his hand; he stares at him with dark, wide eyes, his hand shaking.

"I'm not - experienced," Jon says faintly. "I-I don't normally, I won't be... any good at it." Jon's words sound unconvincing even to himself; none of that seems to matter when just the touch of Jean-Claude's mouth through the thick, insensitive scar tissue makes him want to writhe with sensation.