Eiffel is practically insensate again, by the time Jedao pulls his hand out and drawing a choked, husky groan out of him with it; but the lack of sensation gives him a moment to breathe, a shuddering inhale that's more of a gasp when his legs are released and he has the vague idea to catch himself on his hands while he feels Hakkai's fidgeting behind his back.

He swallows thickly, and manages to bring one hand up briefly to scrub his eyes so he can see. His legs are weak, his cock over-sensitive to the point he's not sure he can even touch it, and he just watches Jedao dimly get undressed, and when his erection is exposed as well it gets another dry-mouthed gulp from Eiffel as he tries to sit up a little. "Okay, we... w-what am I doing?"

He'd been a little too fingerblasted to pay attention.