<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Edouard</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/Eddie2-1.jpg)</div></div></div>Ed was pleased with how Jereil was reacting to him so far. There wasn't any confused staring, any uncomfortable questions, any curious groping (though he was certain that was probably because he was strapped down) - it was refreshing. Jereil seemed to just take him at face value, accept him as something unusual rather than trying to force him into a box that matched his perceptions.<br/><br/>As Jereil pressed upwards, Edouard pressed back down, their bodies meeting, feeling his erection press against him, biting at his neck lightly as he slipped a hand down between them to loosen his own pants now, lifting his lips up slightly to pry them down, though he kept his body close to Jereil's, and thus kept himself out of view for now as he nibbled his way to Jereil's lips. He didn't quite kiss him, just bit on his lower lip, drawing back afterward, sitting himself up again so he could get his pants off properly.<br/><br/>Below the waist, Edouard was still fairly ambiguous. He didn't look quite male on first glance, but neither did he look quite female, being something in between, having enough for his arousal to actually be visible. He gave Jereil enough time to get a look, climbing up over him again, smirking a bit as he straddled him, rubbing up against him a little deliberately.<br/><br/>"So, not turned off yet?" he asked, his tone teasing, but the question was actually somewhat sincere, sliding his hands up along Jereil's chest slowly.