Eiffel could definitely stay like this for a while. His kisses are soft and easy, deep and slow, because he's trying not to fall asleep but the lull of the gentle motions and Jedao's warmth and a really satisfying orgasm are definitely winning.

Eventually he has to bring his hand up - his left first, automatically, but then he feels the sticky tendrils still stuck between his fingers and he uses his right - to push some of his escaped frizz back off his face. It got stuffy here quick.

"That wasn't, like... too fast?" he mumbles, and there's concern in his sleepy eyes despite himself.