Hakkai groans against Eiffel's mouth even as he returns the kisses, hungry and close. The way Eiffel's moving grinds his weight down against Hakkai's own arousal in relentless rhythm, rubbing against him with every rough thrust of Jedao's fingers. He's not sure if he keenly regrets leaving his pants on or if he's grateful for the way they dull the sensation-- just enough to keep him from coming across Eiffel's back.

His feet flex, finding purchase on the bed just enough to push back into the movement, and he makes another wordless sound of hunger. His teeth close briefly on Eiffel's lip, before he soothes the sting with a swipe of his tongue.

"Do you want him to fuck you?" he whispers sweetly, pulling back just enough to meet Eiffel's gaze.