Hakkai has to brace himself, too, against the extra weight, getting his knees under him as he settles down over Eiffel's thighs. His fingers ghost delicate caresses over Eiffel's throat, his shoulder, down his arm as Hakkai keeps kissing him. Sensation is slowly washing away the last sandbars of embarrassment: he lets himself sink into the moment, pressing himself close as he explores the unfamiliar planes of Eiffel's body and learns his skin.