Jedao has to gulp down a few deep breaths; he presses his face into Eiffel's thigh and makes a strangled, animal noise of raw hunger and yearning. He pushes into Eiffel with three fingers together, slow and deep, breathes, twists, drags them back out.

"I'll give it to you, baby," he promises. He stretches Eiffel out a few more times, steady and slow, biting his own lip hard against the urge to rush, then pulls his fingers out entirely, because he needs to get his pants off and he can't focus enough to do it with mothpulls. He moves in fast, jerky fumbles, an utter contrast to his intense control and focus when touching Eiffel.

"Do you want - do you want to turn him around?" he asks Hakkai. They could kiss, rub off together while Jedao fucked him into Hakkai, and probably the angle would be easier on Eiffel his first time, too. "Or - or keep holding him for me? Just like that?"

Either way, it's so hot it feels like Jedao's brain is melting, everything dripping down his spine and straight to his dick.