Hakkai trades kisses with him for a moment, sweet and with an increasingly eager edge of his own. Jedao is a solid weight behind him, his energy a touchstone even as Hakkai's eyes slip closed: the brush of lips against Hakkai's neck whispers safety, even if he hadn't spoken. Eiffel's hand on his cheek speaks reassurance, even if the touch isn't yet as familiar.

Hakkai loves them both dearly.

Emboldened, he catches Jedao's hand in his own, holding him close; he catches his breath and crashes back into the kiss, rougher and messier, claiming Eiffel's mouth and nipping his full bottom lip.