Hakkai returns the kiss with desperation that almost -- although not quite -- matches Eiffel's, devouring and intense. His hips hitch under the press of Eiffel's weight, grinding up against the small of his back, the soft upper curve of his ass, and Hakkai steals the tiniest nip at Eiffel's lips as he breaks the kiss to gasp for air.

"You can do it," he murmurs, and steals another kiss, sloppy and open-mouthed and sliding away to let Eiffel at least try to answer Jedao.