That was a lot. Edward was trying to not show his glee to openly. He had no way of knowing how much of this Jonathan would remember later. His own memory tended to be hazy after exposure to fear toxin, but certain details stuck and usually he remembered more eventually, as anxiety attacks hit as an aftereffect. Nasty stuff, fear toxin. Made it easy to remember that Jonathan deserved this. Also made it easy to remember that he didn't want to antagonise him too much.

It was so satisfying though, how could he not feel smug over exposing Jonathan like this? Dragging him out into the light and making him squirm. He kissed the side of his neck again, then left a trail of kissed along his jaw before he pulled back to look at him. "You're such a conundrum, you beautiful bastard. I can't help but adore you." He rather thought he loved him. Jon's own fault for diagnosing him in a way that meant he couldn't believe that love was true. Honestly seemed more an issue caused by Jonathan's insecurities than his own shortcomings.

"Let me love you." His hand moved quickly, between them and between the straps holding Jonathan's jacket down, so he could run his palm over his crotch. "Nice. Is that hardness for me or for fear? Or maybe that's all the same right now."