His slacks catch around one ankle and Hakkai makes the executive decision to just leave them there. He watches Jedao and Eiffel kiss with bright eyes, reaching up to cup a hand around Jedao's cheek and stroke sweat-damp fingers down his throat before he reaches to pull Eiffel down on top of him. He's still half-propped up on the pillows, and he's aiming to get Eiffel's knees spread to either side of his thighs, pulling him up until they can rub against each other, Eiffel's cock slick against his own with the smears of lube Jedao left there.

"Come here," he murmurs, breath hitching as he pulls Eiffel close. "I have you-- just like that..."