Hakkai rocks up against Eiffel, his head falling back against the pillow for a moment as he gasps for air: he feels as if he's been waiting for this forever, as if the heat of their bodies could melt him to nothing but pleasure. One of his hands comes up to clutch at Eiffel's shoulder as he slips the other between them, stroking Eiffel first, roughly, and then both of them together as the uncoordinated stutter of his hips starts to find a rhythm.