Eiffel's rhythm picks up with Jedao's hand, rough and luxurious rolls against Hakkai's crotch, but it's easier without his dick being touched as well to lean into Hakkai's kisses and to crack his eyes open when he pulls away a little, blinking tightly to force the tears out of his vision and down his cheeks.

"Y-yeah, yeah, I--" His breathless answer is immediate - and so is Jedao's torturous, treacherous adoration, because that's when those fingers curl and Eiffel is interrupted by his own sudden scream of pure lust, arching his back so hard he loses contact with Hakkai and his cock spurts a little with the overwhelm of it all.