Tarantulas's grip tightens, and Jeff grins, a flash of teeth, in gratification. They don't even know each other's names-- hell, Jeff doesn't even know if their bodies, like, work the same way-- and that's just fine. No expectations, no strings, just something raw and carnal and fucking fun.

"Admirable? I don't hear that often."

He doesn't pull his hand away. Instead, he reaches his hand out-- if Tarantulas will allow it-- and brushes his fingers down the other's cheek.

"Thanks for indulging me. Or..." He lifts his chin and glances up at the ceiling, at the second story above them. "Should I thank you up there?"

And Jeff's already moving to get up. Definitely time to take this upstairs.