Jon's heart races, as much for the scrape of very sharp talons and teeth that could rip his throat out as the fact that he's chosen to do this to help settle his boyfriend down. Chris... likes sex, though. A release might help him? Maybe. God, Jon doesn't know if that's supposed to actually help.

But Chris seems enthusiastic now. The consent given on both sides? They might have to have a conversation later about whether there's any sort of issue there caused by the siren's instincts.

He tastes blood winces as their mouths meet, and Jon lets the other man take him there while he continues to work the scaled, feathery length in his hand. An effort is made to try to... catch some of the feathers. Just a sort of flex of his fingers when he's down near the base. If this like stroking someone's pubic hair? What are the mechanics for a bird-fish creature?

While his hand does it's best, Jon's lips know this dance far better. Albeit, there are fewer teeth involved in their usual snogging sessions. With the way Chris is positioned, Jon can go up on his tip-toes to get a better vantage to for tipping the siren's head back and deepen the embrace. He can do this. What his hands are doing are secondary. At least one part of this can be good.