"I should've guessed," Hakkai teases, smiling again as he takes advantage of the way Eiffel's hiding in his shoulder to turn his own head a little to the side and nibble along the upper curve of his ear. He's achingly hard, the sting of the bite ebbing to a deep throb that he knows is going to bruise spectacularly across his collarbone -- he doesn't heal like Jedao; he'll have the mark for a week and a half if he leaves his limiters on as usual.

His dick and his shyness are engaged in a knock-down, drag-out battle regarding whether their pants coming off at this point would really be too fast, but both sides of the argument approve of Eiffel's mouth.

"I've seen them on him," he adds, light tenor dipping down to a throaty rumble.