"Hakkai-shei," Jedao murmurs back, nudging Hakkai's hips with his own, until they're rocking against each other and Jedao can wrap his hand around both of them. He can only manage a short, awkward stroke, with the little space between them, but he makes the best of it, smearing precome over them both.

"He's so wet for us, darling," Jedao croons in Hakkai's ear.