Jean-Claude smiles, knowing well how Asher likes that particular part of his body attended to even without seeing the erection swell before his eyes. His own rises to match, though constrained by his trousers, while he strokes his hands across Asher's chest. As much as he would like to roam lower, Anita's boundaries hold him off. But it doesn't stop him from rolling Asher's nipples between his fingers, feeling them harden in response.