Jedao presses against Hakkai's back, hot and close, and grinds against Hakkai's butt, a little slower, more deliberate.

"I got you, darlings," Jedao promises, the hand that's slipped between them plucking open the buttons on Hakkai's pants, while going slightly cross-eyed where no one can see as he uses a mothpull to carefully tug down zippers.

"You sound so beautiful together," he murmurs, voice even lower than usual.