Tipping his head back some, he nods a little then, hitch of breath there on his lips. "Yeah," taking a moment to swallow, he lazily lets his eyes open, brushing a kiss to Jesus' mouth. "You feel so fucking good inside me." Slowly, hands slip to cradle the other man's face between them and he hums that sweet little hum of his as he kisses him again, moving against the couch in time with the thrusts he's made to take.