Hakkai's hands drift downwards, finding the hem of Eiffel's shirt and sliding up under it, his fingers ruffling the trail of hair on his belly. He's half-hard himself, shifting to try to make his slacks more comfortable; watching Jedao kissing his way up Eiffel's leg is a lot.

He lowers his head, pressing a messy open-mouthed kiss with a hint of teeth against the side of Eiffel's neck.

"You're both beautiful," he murmurs, hoarse.