He brushes his lips along his throat before shifting his hands in order to tug up on the shirt that needed to have disappeared already, coaxing Sigma to shift for him to pull it off. Jersey kept to his word about how he was going to make things even between the two of them but he's already keyed on running his fingers down Sigma's chest slowly, taking his time to trace over every curve and dip. He knew almost every inch of his boyfriend but that didn't mean that it wouldn't hurt brushing up on his memory. However Jersey flashes a got toothy grin before hooking a finger into the front of the man's pants and giving a playful tug at them.