There's something a bit relieving about seeing Jedao unravel a bit as well, the way his voice trembles as he fumbles the bottle. Then Eiffel gets distracted by the wet noises, making his own breath shudder heavily, and the warm, tactile sensation around his ass makes him moan, low and heavy as his thighs twitch, trying to close at the sudden muchness of all the attention down there, his head thumping back against Hakkai's chest as his eyes squeeze shut again.